Love, Justine

May 9th, 2026

Saturday

9:02am

The days are flying by now, and time seems to be going very fast, while I move too slowly, it seems, racing around but getting nothing done, chasing my tail, wash, rinse, repeat. 

While I stay stuck in one place, writing, and planning, but also having to do all of the other normal shit humans have to do, like work, walk the dog, do the dishes, make dinner, and make sure that one man, two cats, and a dog are all healthy and well-fed and comfortable. 

And two boys, too, when they’re here. I wish I just had time to myself, just to write for like three straight days, because that’s how long this is going to take, but I can’t, so I’m doing it piecemeal, haphazardly, here and there, when I can get to it, and so it keeps NOT HAPPENING.

And the days, they are flying, and things in the World are getting worse and worse and worse with every ticking second, the suffering and pain does not stop, and is amplified, in the tears of the children in the Gaza Strip, as people in the United States drink coffee that came from clear-cutting a rainforest, destroying everything in it, and remark at how bad the news is today, and then comfort themselves with the feeling that they are just One Person, and that One Person cannot Save the World.

Well, I’m here to tell you that I CAN, and I have the PLAN, and it was Divined by God, to me, and we should all start working together now to make it work, okay please?

But the chasing tail thing has to STOP.

FULL STOP.

Because I need three fucking days to work out this fucking Plan of mine that God told me to do, in order to Save the World.

But I want to see the boys. 

And I have to eat. 

And I have to take breaks at some point to rest my brain. 

And Stephen fucking Green, bless his heart, is waiting in bated breath, with extreme anticipation, for my story on the motorcycle club that went through town yesterday, so I have to do that too.

I just wish Motorcycle would help out more with the OTHER stuff, which he does when I ask him to, but I am very sick of having to ask all of the time.

Boys–MEN–GROWN-ASS-MEN–should KNOW what needs to happen when there’s dirty dishes in the sink and dinner is late and Mom is running around doing eight things like her hair is on fire.

DO THE FUCKING DISHES.

MAKE DINNER.

For Christ’s Sake, HELP, for once, instead of staring at her ass and her breasts jiggling around and thinking sexy, dirty thoughts about what you want to do to her later to make you both feel good and loved and wanted and everybody belongs, good and yummy-type feelings.

RIGHT??!

BECAUSE THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T GET SEX–I’M TOO FUCKING TIRED, AFTER RUNNING AROUND ALL DAY WITH NO HELP FROM YOU, WHILE YOU SIT THERE ALL DAY WATCHING TV WITH YOUR HAND ON YOUR DICK, LIKE A TODDLER!!!!

HELP US!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And then you sit there with a stupid look on your face, like you cannot see, with your eyeballs, what is going on around you, and what it actually takes–the HARD WORK it takes–to run a fucking household–no matter how big or small that might be, the women are always expected to keep it running–and tell us that we have an attitude and get grumpy and mad at US!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOT. 

FAIR!!!!!

NO!!!

THIS IS ENDING RIGHT NOW!!

FULL.

FUCKING .

STOP!!!!!!!!!!!

So, the first thing we’re gonna do, as women, as a whole, is STOP for three days.

STEP 1: STOP doing everything, as much as you can, for three days, please, so that the men can understand what us women go through just to keep them fed and sustain their ridiculous boy wants and needs, which we do most of the time, because we love them.

STOP DOING THAT.

It’s just three days, and it will be hard, and it will hurt a little, but we have to get the boys and men’s attention, right?

This is how we do it.

That is how long it takes for a household to fall into complete and utter disarray and chaos while the men say, “I can do your job!” or “I could do that with one hand tied behind my back!”, right?

So we are going to pick a day, as a whole, a day very soon, where we are going to STOP EVERYTHING. 

And of course you can care for your child’s basic needs, but even that has to be THROUGH the partner, as much as humanly possible.

And if you don’t have a partner, this is the time when you call on family and friends to fucking HELP you, like they don’t, usually. 

Because YOU, are, in fact, working EXTRA hard and doing the job of two people, or even three people, and you know, it DOES take a village to raise a child, and so DEMAND that they fucking help you for once, instead of sitting back on their high horses and judging and criticizing you the whole time, which is neither helpful or good or warranted at all, because if you can’t say something nice, THEN FUCKING DON’T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL, OKAY, PLEASE???!!!

Stop doing the dishes.

Stop walking the dog. 

Stop cleaning up after every mess they make like we’re they’re fucking maid, hand-service-slave-type-thing.

STOP.

It has to STOP.

And I need three days anyway, to bring the entire Plan together, so I will be sitting and writing, and you will probably be reading the books I told you about, Neale Donald Walsch’s “Conversations With God” Books I, II, and III, and catching up on my blog, Love, Justine, which can be found at lovejustine.blog, if you wanted to get to know me a little better. 

And then read Kidowed.

So you’ll have something to do while you’re busy NOT running the world, you know?

So there’s Step One, gals and guys, that is Step One in The Plan, okay?

So we need to set a date, very soon, that works for everybody, that disrupts the entire world, full stop. 

Because I have The Plan. 

And You need to Listen to it.

Or else we’re going to die on this fiery, flooding, hurricaning, tornadoing, “We’ve never seen THIS before!” planet that is very mad at us for not taking good care of Her when She actually did provide everything on the Earth to sustain itself.

But instead, THIS is what’s happening:

Extreme weather, driven by what meteorologists are calling a “[Super El Niño]” and the broader context of climate change. 

Super El Niño: A

 strong, rare El Niño pattern expected to drive record-breaking global heat and severe storms throughout 2026.”

Flashing Red”: Used by the U.N. to describe climate indicators in 2026, signaling that almost every key indicator of climate change is at an emergency level.

Heat Dome: Refers to intense heat trapped under high pressure, leading to “sweltering” conditions.”

Wild” Year: Meteorologists are characterizing 2026 as a “pretty wild year” for the global climate.

Triple Point: 

A technical term, often used to describe the exact meeting spot of cold and warm fronts where severe weather forms rapidly.

Derecho: 

Used for long-lasting, straight-line windstorms that can cause damage similar to a tornado over a wide area.”

“Outside of what humans have ever seen,” is a phrase used by climate scientists to highlight the unprecedented nature of current climate impacts, according to a March 2026 report.Chaos / “Delay is Deadly”: Phrases highlighting the urgency of global climate action.

That’s Step 2: READ. 

Once you’ve STOPPED, please get reading.

I will make my books free or whatever is the lowest price Amazon will let me, but first you have to read Neale Donald Walsch’s “Conversations With God,” books, and then My work, like Kidowed, and Walking the Mile, and it goes on and on and on….please start reading right now.

The fate of the World Is In Your Hands.

When is the day that you Women want to do this?

Message me, I’m on Facebook, there’s a million ways to contact me, all of my contact information is always out there for everybody to see.

Search for Monarch Media to see my News Website

Search on WordPress for Love, Justine at lovejustine.blog

I also have a YouTube Channel that I am trying to Resurrect.

But Facebook is where I get most of my messages.

So message me on Facebook, please, if you want to be a part of Saving the World, at

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61578055663137

Okay, please?

Let’s go!

Just follow Me, and I WILL show you The Way, okay?