Today my ass is dragging ten feet behind me. That means I’m tired as hell. What did I do to get that tired? Nothing. That is my usual routine: do nothing. That is until it is time to eat; then, I eat.
My sleep last night was broken by four trips to the commode, each one, two hours after the last. I can even tell I am tired when I have to stop typing to make corrections too many times in one sentence. The lack of energy I experience may be related to the beer I drank at the Wurstfest on Thursday night. If I had stuck with hard liquor I might feel better.
I am so tired that I have no desire to bash Kamala Harris, who is running for president. How much worse can she screw the country than what she has done already? At my age, It won’t matter that she turns us into a communist state because I won’t be here to hate it.
Yesterday, I tried sending my daughter a copy of my book, “BAC-British American Colonies, A World Without the United States.” It was too large a file to transmit, so, being the good father that I am, I printed it single-spaced on two sides and bound it with a cover. It came out so nice that I’ll make another copy to pass around to my friends for review. Their comments will help me decide whether to pursue finding a local (USA) publisher or Kindle Books at Amazon.
Last night, I missed the full-length interview with Kamala Harris, a presidential candidate. Today, I viewed a CNN segment of her performance. Here are my takeaways: 1.) It was strange to see her pick for VP sitting at her elbow during the questioning. I had visions of how she would use him if she became president. The first image was of the 3:00 a.m. phone call to alert the president that a nuclear bomb was headed to the USA. Will the Vice President be by her side in bed? How would she handle the situation, or would he do it? 2.) What has changed your mind on the shift toward policy that is the opposite of your previous position? Her response was that her values have not changed. What that told me is that she hasn’t changed her positions at all. She is however, using Bill Clinton’s technique for winning elections. “Tell them whatever to win, then do what you want after.”
I didn’t find the full interview, so I switched gears to move on. I will surely see the entire interview in tiny segments throughout the week. I saw enough to convince me that Kamala is not presidential material. Afterward, I watched an interview with Tulsi Gabbard, a former congresswoman defending Trump. Now, she is an example of a woman we could trust in the White House: poised, confident, eloquent, and determined. I’d love to see her debate Kamala without any babysitters present.
When it is all said and done, none of the above matters. Kamala is going to win because she has the Obama halo. She is half black, educated (but not smart), deflects challenging situations with a cackle, and is a woman.
Are you better off today than you were last week or month? Has the world seemed kinder and more joyful than in the past? If you answered no to either of these questions, it is probably because inflation has reduced your spending ability. Of course, inflation is fixable, but not by anyone in the current administration. Yet, the same people who have caused our dollar to become worth a quarter are now asking us to vote them into office for another term so they can fix the problem they caused. Does that make sense? Actually, there are five months remaining in the term of the current Vice President and she has time and the entire federal government at her disposal to fix the problem without bothering the rest of us to vote her out.
Will that happen? Not a chance. The idea of a woman president is so ingrained into the brain of dumbocrats that she will win using Obama’s method of delivering long-winded word salads delivered smoothly and read from a teleprompter.
Of all the women in the world, how did this incompetent one rise to the level of becoming the most powerful leader in the world? What is it that makes her so qualified? I’d like to know how to teach it to my granddaughters. Although, my three beautiful girls are much brighter than the current Vice President. Plus, they all have paying jobs that require hands-on experience to solve problems. So why would I want them to learn what Kamala has? They already possess knowledge that Kamala does not have the intellect to understand or to learn. There are pundits among us that tell us that Kamala used her feminine wiles to sleep her way up the political ladder with her boss who was then the mayor of San Francisco. I guess some women are better at that than others.
The political news bits are scary as hell. Most recently, a news item was designed to make Kamala our next president, which is really scary. The first bit will provide thirty thousand dollars in cash to illegal immigrants to put down on a home. Scarier still is that if you are a citizen who has lived here for all your life or at least a very long time, you won’t qualify.
This is one laugh that’s not contagious. Watch as I delve into Kamala’s irritating and inauthentic public persona in “Scamala: Kamala Harris Unmasked.” All episodes are streaming for free on DailyWire+ – link in bio to watch.
The next news bit was an analysis of Obama’s biggest lie in his DNC speech. In the speech, which he delivered in his typical smooth, hypnotizing voice, he emphasized that under Joe Biden, the Democrats added over 8.5 million new jobs to the economy. What he failed to divulge was that during the country’s COVID shutdown, 8.5 million people lost work. Enter Joe Biden as the new president, and COVID eventually went away, and the jobs came back. They were the same jobs ‘O’. Couldn’t you just tell the truth once in your life?
Getting back to the 30k gift for houses. It will cost the taxpayer 300 billion dollars, which we don’t have. That will drive inflation even higher, but we will have a cackling joker woman in the White House. What is even more troubling is that 30k does not buy a house. The average house is valued over 270,000 dollars. It also implies that the people using the 30k to buy a house will have a job that pays enough to support a mortgage, and real estate taxes, utilities, and insurance. Where are these jobs? Oh, they are included in the 8.5 million that Obama stressed that the democrats created. Another point is that the houses have to be built. If you haven’t been payiing attention there is a housing shortage in America. Placing a demand of 10 million new affordable homes on the country will drive inflation even higher, and the 270,000 dollar house will most likely cost 300,000 dollars, assuming we have enough skilled labor to build them.
Anyone with a brain can see through the lies and the bribe, but they won’t see through the idea that if we want a lady for president, she has to have a functioning brain.
Yesterday, I undertook a major step in regenerating my physical ability. Over the past several months, I have noticed that my legs and, in general, an overall body weakness happening. This was beginning to drive me nuts. Finally, I overcame the malaise and started taking a walk in the mornings before breakfast. No food until I walk. At first, it was a walk around the block. It felt like my legs were anchors, and I dragged them along in a shuffle. In my mind, I kept telling myself, lift your feet. The shuffle persisted, but so did I. By the fourth day, I was feeling a bit better and told myself it is time to raise the bar. Instead of walking around the block, I set the goal to walk to the library along the lake trail. I made it, but when I got home, all my energy was gone. The next day I rested, no walking. Then came Sunday. I went to mass, and came home for breakfast. I committed to help with a Lions event at the Farmer’s Market between 10:00a.m.-1:00 p.m. and decided that parking would be a pain, so I would walk. I did. I have walked into town hundreds of times before, never taking more than thirty minutes to do it. Yesterday It took me fifty minutes, but I made it. I have finally reached the point where I will tell the story I intended to tell in the first place.
The Lions had scheduled the Lions of Illinois Foundation sight and sound screening bus to come to Frankfort. It looks like a mini school bus, except it has no windows and is not yellow. Inside, it is separated into two sections: one for hearing tests and the second for vision tests. The Lion Volunteer who drove from Mattoon, IL (2.5 hrs) is also the trained technician administering the tests. We are his office office staff, signing people in, and directing traffic in and out of the bus. My job was to hail people attending the market and offer them a free screening. To do that I stood on the street in line with the Old Plank Trail bicycle path. It was busy with pedestrians visiting the market. Simultaneous to all this activity a number of Lions were there hawking tickets for our annual Wurst Fest. I was doing both, hawking tickets and vision screening.
A middle aged man about forty was semi-walking riding his bike through the crowd as he straddled past me I asked him if he had his Wurst Fest ticket yet? “What’s that,” he asked. I replied, “You are not from here are you?”
“No,” he replied, “I am in shock.” I asked him where he was from, and he told me Taylor Street in Chicago. He was far from home, so I proceeded to explain what the Wurst Fest is. “I am in shock,” he said again. I finally asked him “what is so shocking?”
“Everyone is married!” Then it came to me. Taylor street is near the center of Chicago in the U of I and Little Italy neighborhoods. Next to that is a string of hospitals, Stroger, Cook County, Rush, and University of Illinois. Young people abound in these areas. Some study and some work at the hospitals. They ride bikes and electric scooters to get around. They work, eat, go out at night to drink, listen to loud music, and hook up. They sow their oats. Then something happens and they find a life partner and enter the next phase of life; they wind up in towns like Frankfort with wives, kids, schools, churches, homes , Sunday hand holding or stroller pushing strolls through the farmer’s market etc. He just didn’t enter that phase yet, and maybe he never will, but at least he can say he caught a glimpse of it in Frankfort.
