Strange word. It conjures up an idea of an actual worm burrowing through our brains eating earwax. It’s not far off. Several days ago I was mindlessly making myself a cup of tea when a song popped into my head. Actually, it wasn’t a whole song just half of a line of a song I did not know. Well, I did know it, I just didn’t know what it was called or the rest of the words.
“It was sad and it was…
Leftists: Haha, let’s cheat the election!
Sane People: That’s illegal.
Leftists: How very dare you! You need to be sensitive to our cultural differences!
Sane People: Which are?
Leftists: We just lurrrrv committing crimes!
⚠️Good morning sugar plums. I’m going to tell <YOU> something very very EXTREMELY important…
but I don’t want you to publicly say anything. Yes — you’re going to want to but I don’t want anyone killed, that includes you 🪙 They already threatened me but I can handle that. Plus, the Feds are getting involved. But for you, there’s a plot in place and God just exposed it. Actually they exposed it themselves. yeah…
It’s really like that.
Be still and God will fight for you.
Also I have a sweet message for some ppl and Canada 🇨🇦😘🍫🍭🍩
Mariann Budde WENT LIVE AT 3 A.M. WITH AN EMERGENCY MESSAGE:
“I received a message tonight — and it was meant to silence me.”
Washington, D.C., 3:07 a.m. — Bishop Mariann Budde did not wait for official statements, advisors, or scheduled appearances. She went live without warning, in the stillness of the night.
No podium.
No cathedral.
No congregation.
Dressed simply, seated in a softly lit room, she appeared on screen holding her phone. She did not speak about church programs, public engagements, or recent sermons.
“At 1:44 a.m. tonight, I received a message,” she said, calm but resolute. “From a verified account connected to someone in authority. Just one sentence.”
She read it aloud:
“Continue speaking beyond your pulpit, Bishop, and do not assume those around you can shield you.”
She lowered the phone.
“That is not a disagreement,” Bishop Budde said firmly. “That is intimidation.”
Her voice remained steady, giving weight to each word. She spoke about the quiet ways power can attempt to restrain conscience — how there is often an unspoken expectation for faith leaders to comfort but not challenge, to bless but not confront injustice. She acknowledged this was not the first time she had been urged to remain quiet, to confine her calling within acceptable boundaries, to separate her faith from moral witness.
“I have been told that speaking truth carries consequences,” she said. “That compassion is welcomed — until it unsettles the comfortable.”
She paused before continuing:
“But tonight feels different. Tonight feels like a line has been crossed.”
Bishop Budde lifted the phone. The screen blurred briefly. It vibrated once. Then again.
“So here I am,” she said. “Live. No edits. No filters. No fear.”
She spoke about responsibility not as politics, but as discipleship — as a sacred duty to stand for dignity, mercy, and justice. She reflected on how silence, when imposed, becomes complicity. How intimidation often arrives quietly, carefully worded, easily denied.
“If anything changes about my voice, my ministry, or my presence from this point forward,” she said, “you will know where the pressure began.”
The phone vibrated again. She gently placed it face down without looking at it.
“I am not here to provoke,” Bishop Budde said. “But neither will I retreat. I stand where I have always stood — in faith, in truth, and in the light God calls us to walk in.”
She straightened, looked directly into the camera, and offered her final words before the stream froze:
“Tomorrow, I will continue to serve.
Or I may be prevented.
That choice may not rest with me — but my conscience does.”
The stream remained live.
The room stayed silent.
And the phone continued to vibrate.
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A kernel of truth,
From your lips I expect.
Instead I am hearing,
Of a Colonel you decked?
That notwithstanding,
I asked for your word!
So please be forthcoming,
And say what you heard!
You swear it’s a robin.
That doesn’t make sense.
Why would a fowl,
Jump over your fence?
Lady I’m here,
To deal with a crime!
So lose all this nonsense,
And stop all the rhyme!
A crime was committed,
I…
I keep my breath mints in a pill bottle and whenever I want to leave a social situation I just take them out and start eating them by the handful, crunching them like popcorn while keeping direct eye contact.
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I think people are intimidated by me because they can see how big I am physically, and FEEL how big I am non-physically. The real estate my mind takes up ALONE. This is a little incongruent just inherently I know, because I am a little chunk of a man who walks around like he’s got the biggest meat in dicktown. You have to really meet me twice to get a good understanding of Gillgan.
Sometimes I feel like I’m missing out or a “pretender” because I was too intimidated by Tumblr as a kid and only ever saw the popular second-hand posts through FB or other media.
Starting to realise it doesn’t matter when or where you started as long as you’re living your true self. And I do really like it here, thinking I’ll take up a permanent residence in the year of our lord 2025 lmao
Happy Yuletide everyone
