Despite the 8 years of Reagan and the 8 years of Bush II, the GOP/teavangelist base has yet to realize that nothing will ever trickle down to the working class and former-middle-class citizens that isn’t yellow in color. Once again the promise of pie-in-the-sky and table scraps from the left over’s of the wealthy seem to be enough to convince that base that prosperity is just around the corner. They choose to believe that when Wall Street has glutted itself sufficiently, it will begin to share with the rest of us. I’ve never known Wall Street – by any name, in any era – to become sufficiently glutted. Waiting for that to happen is only slightly less probable than the arrival of an undocumented citizen of Imperial Rome into the rotunda of a Jackson County Missouri building.
Keep standing there with your hats, waiting for those discards and hand-me-downs to show up at your doorstep. The folks you’re going to choose to represent you don’t know you, don’t care about you, and serve only their selves and their much wealthier masters.
I began the summer ritual- scraping down the pollen, dust, leaves, and other detritus that migrates rapidly from where it did belong to the surface of our pool. From the surface, it finds its way to the bottom. The person who designed the pool area planted permanent structures and large plants much too closely around the pool. Fully one third of the deck has bushes and vines that grow exponentially and wait for a chance to impede the long pole, brush, and basket. That seems to be a pattern here with trees planted too closely together or too closely to utilities structures.
We’ll let the pool warm up and clear before we put the new solar blanket over it.
Interestingly enough, a large shipment of lidocaine ointment arrived today. It is intended for my shoulders. VA won’t spring for trans-dermal patches that might help me more.