Bluntness

I've also been told I have little tact, so if this offends you simply ride on.

Saturday, November 29, 2025

Stone Ice

 Well, yesterday was Black Friday and I didn't work.  The temps were cool, never getting out of the 30s (F).  Our outside temp was 29 (F) when I woke up, and I woke up late.  Again, the forecast is calling for a high in the low 40s (F), however, like yesterday, I doubt very much if we're going to hit that.  And, looking at the long range forecast, it does appear as though we're going to be doing a rerun of the early December weather we've had for the past 3 or 4 years.  Next week, we're supposed to have overnight lows in the teens.  This will be a recurring weather pattern if, as we approach the start of Winter, temps begin warming up.

Yesterday was fairly quiet around here.  The neighbors were loud for around 10 minutes, and then the volume of their TV dropped significantly.  This is fine.  I don't believe they will ever learn.  They don't seem that smart.  He's been sorting mail for the Post Office most of his life, so he's in a non-thinking job that pays well.  She can't work because she loves her marijuana too much, at least that's what she's told me.  Unless something drastic happens, I suspect they will be walking that same path for the rest of their lives.

I did go to my neighborhood Giant supermarket yesterday.  It was my only venture out of the house.  I have no need to go looking for Black Friday deals.

And in the afternoon, I got a nice long, slow ride done in San Remo.  That got the oxygen supply flowing to my brain pumping, and I came down wrote over 1000 words.  I'm working on a chapter called The Haddonfield Hop right now, the musical reference being the Hop, or a dance.  A long time ago, there used to be things called Sock Hops, where people would dance around in their stocking feet.  I'm probably one of the few people who still remember that.


Of course, there is no holiday from the shit show in Washington.  I am serious.  Every single day some piece of ugly stupidity breaks.  We have a drunken frat-boy in charge of the military who said "kill them all," to make sure 2 individuals who survived an attack were killed.  This man has no clue as to what it means to be civilized.  The only thing he knows what to do is follow Orangie's orders in between shots of whiskey.  

And Orangie?  He's going to turn Venezuela in Vietnam part 2 just to satisfy the greed of big oil.

Prices are not going down.  In fact, the only thing in a continuous downward spiral is Orangie's approval rating.  So many are starting to say that the tide is turning, and it is.  Sadly, a turning tide is not going to make Orangie stop.  His ego refuses to understand.  His dementia lies to him constantly.  This will not stop until the GOP hits rock bottom, and then America is going to rise up and stomp the shit out of them.


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