Oh. . . but I have a doctor's appointment today. She will tell me once again that I am dying. She will probably try to push some new "medicine" on me so that she can get a share of my money before I pass. I'm looking forward to telling her, "My horoscope says I shouldn't make any health-related decisions this month." I can't wait to see her face as she tries to decide if I am serious, tries to decide how to respond.
"What's the matter, doc? Don't you believe in astrology? O.K. That's fine. But my herbalist also said I should be careful of these laboratory drugs."
Maybe I should throw in something about my therapist, too.
"You know. . . I'm just not in a good place right now. I need to talk to my spiritual advisor before I can make a decision."
How long do you think I could keep up the ruse? I just want to see her mental summersaults.
But, you know. . . I probably won't. I'm not quite evil.
"I'm thinking of converting to Judaism, doc. Do you think that could help?"
She's Jewish. No, she's a Jew, but saying that sounds like an epithet almost. So she's Jewish.
But that doesn't make much sense to me, as you know. Can someone be Swedish? Sometimes I am Jew-ish, but I'm not a Jew.
Oy! I need to do more research on this.
Now this may shock you given my state of body and mind (we'll not talk about my soul just yet), but I went to the Cafe Strange to have a big cup of green tea. Yup. It was good and good for me. But where I sat at one of the dirty, sticky tables, I was looking at this.
I'm not sure if that's a possum or a rat, but maybe that's part of it. I mean, maybe the damn thing is species fluid. I think it is a possum, though. That is exactly how they look when I confront them. On the other hand, I've never cornered a rat. But the emotion here is not to be disputed. This thing is mad as hell! I'm not sure what "or else" is, but it seems ominous. A dark, dank dungeon full of angry, nasty rats and possums? Shit! Sure. . . trans rights.
As Q often tells me, though. . . what rights? Those given by God?
And so. . . we get songs like "Try That in a Small Town." Have you heard it? Oh, man. . . .
I'm going to write a song called, "Try That with a Small Mind." The second line will be, "try that with a dumb guy."
I've been arguing with my conservative friend again. He pleads that he is a Libertarian, that he does not support Trump, pretends that he wouldn't vote for Trump if he runs against Biden again, etc. His arguments come right from the GOP playbook which comes directly from Mein Kampf, a book which Trump says he keeps in his bedside table.
“If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the State.”
That's Joseph Goebbels.
[N]ever allow the public to cool off; never admit a fault or wrong; never concede that there may be some good in your enemy; never leave room for alternatives; never accept blame; concentrate on one enemy at a time and blame him for everything that goes wrong; people will believe a big lie sooner than a little one; and if you repeat it frequently enough people will sooner or later believe it.
Yesterday I sent him an article about Marjorie Taylor Greene showing pornographic pictures of Hunter Biden on the House floor (link). He wrote back that baseless bullshit about the FBI and the IRS being corrupted by Biden and then about the Steele document. Holy shit! I wrote, where do I get a copy of the GOP talking points? Is it on some secret page of the internet?
The erosion of people’s belief in our system of government is simply shocking to me. I mean, sure, I protested against the government. . . but it was fun, you know? It was mostly outside, and there was sex and booze and drugs and rock music. People wore weird clothing or none at all. And it was about peace and love.
It's not like that anymore. People are mean. Both sides.
I don't want to get locked in that cellar with a bunch of pissed off rodentia. I don't want to go to Disney, either.
Yea, yea. . . I watched the news again.
I think I'll be able to meet my friends this weekend to see "Oppenheimer." I will wait for "Barbie" to come to Netflix though I'm all about Margot Robbie. I just watched her in "Babylon." A really bizarre movie. It is worth it, though, just for the epic decadence of that time between the Wars, from Berlin to Hollywood. Oh, yea. . . I like decadence. . . just not at my house.
O.K. I have to get ready for the doctor. She's already spoiled my day.
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