HellsBelle

Chrome.

Nope. I will try that and see if it works tho.

Thanks for the head’s up.

Update … it took a while but that does work on Ghostery. Thanks again. :)

Nope. I use multiple browsers (DDG, Ghostery, Waterfox, etc) and none of them work.

I stopped using FF a while back. But if memory serves I wasn’t able to access gov’t sites with it either.

In order to access my tax and benefit accounts on the Government of Canada website I can only use Chrome … making sure to wipe all cookies, etc afterwards.

I freaking hate shite like this.

Banned but also like Lemmy more.

I like Mullvad. Probably the only reason I get the error is there’s one country that’s a fav, but some sites don’t like it because of its privacy restrictions … which ofc is why it’s my fav.

I always get that screen when I forget to turn off my VPN while accessing a reddit quote.

VPN Ireland has been my go-to for years. If it stops I’m gonna be pissed.

A rabbit hole worthy of a deep dive.

(Just lost 15 minutes checking it out. Gonna have to watch that. Lol)

When Trump was elected again I spent about 3 weeks living with an existential dread I’ve never in my life felt before.

Whenever it happens, it is coming.

The first cat I had (as a teen on my own) was the most amazing character. We used to go on walks to a corner store and she’d patiently wait for me while I shopped.

One day on our walk back from the store I saw her stop in her tracks, and then she was gone. I looked ahead and saw that some friends had decided to visit … and they had brought their dogs.

Psycho wasn’t your typical female cat. She was territorial as hell and protected her turf with a ferocity of a lion.

By the time I got to the house she had managed to terrorize the hell out of those three dogs, then wrap herself around the muzzle of one while biting his nose. That poor dog was screaming and swinging his head back and forth trying to shake Psycho off … to no avail.

I was finally able to pry her off and she promptly ran through the old milk chute to hide in the basement. My friends decided the best thing to do was take their dogs home to nurse their small wounds.

Needless to say the dogs never visited again.

Welcome to the 70’s-80’s when carpeting was de rigueur for bathrooms and kitchens.

Fun story … my son was a climber so all food was in the highest cupboards. One time I needed a bathroom break, and in under 5 minutes he’d dragged a kitchen chair to the counter, climbed up, took down the flour and dumped it all over his little sister. Honest to gawd all I could see of her was her dark eyes in a cloud of white.

And just to boost his creativeness here, he decided to move the chair to the sink, grabbed a cup of water and they started making flour pies on the carpet.

Gotta love kids!

And?

Nobody made me god to decide for others what they should do.

Yup. I also hold to the belief that what the person considers their most important need is none of my fucking business. Once I give it I no longer have a right to determine how the money is used.

The only places I donate money to are local food banks, Sally Ann’s, homeless initiatives and random people living on the streets.

Da fuck any of the big organized non-profits get any of my money.