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.
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