Mice Intruders

Hate has come to be a nasty word. The opposition of love. My confession today is my hatred of mice.

I enjoy using my smallest bedroom as a pantry. I use this room to store my supply of survival food. It has recently been invaded by mice. Two of the shelves I use have a solid base structure which prohibits both moving and cleaning behind them. This space has been used by the mice as a safe place to live.

This ability to avoid my wrath when new shelves are delivered tomorrow. These shelves have wheels enabling me to clean and move.

I hate mice. I will track them down and kill them.

I do not yet hate bankers. I dislike their thieving ways. My feelings however are in danger of becoming hate. When fiat currency is exposed as a fraudulent system, the bankers lives will be at risk.

People have built retirement savings using fiat currency. ‘Sorry’ will not save them.

Here is today’s beauty.