Gov Lujan-Grisham Is Poisoning New Mexicans and They Reelected Her Ass!

Guess what happened to me from all the aggravation combined with the high elevation, skinny calves, and maybe a leg injury or three from my pittie pushing me down? In Jan. 2020 I almost croaked from an acute saddle pulmonary embolism. Doctors said it was a game ender. Nope, not heavy or a cig smoker. Aggra-fucking-vation! I remember calling out to God in my head (I couldn't get any oxygen or move) to keep my alive for my dogs' sake. He did. But not just for them. I know why he really keeps saving my petite dimpled ass.