Well, shit. They got a new term being flung at Amerika, "The Exhausted Majority" is about us, the exhausted, the moral one, the majority hopheads that is, it morphed up to join this other new one, the MAGAs, it looks like a combination of the two, I'm saying,
All you gotta be is exhausted, it's easy to get exhausted, you can get the shit anywhere nowadays, on the corner, in line at Wendy's, all-around all over, it's easy to score.
Do you have to argue with google grammar? I have 9 advanced issues so far and I'm just warming up. I didn't ask it to, the motherfucker just does. Involve itself with me on my shit, unbidden, I mean. There might be some fucking way to turn it off or at least down but I don't know...
My neighbors want to know why I have such a "dead-end job" I like it, I work on my feet, fast for about twenty hours a week, and moving around like I do at work, so far, I have lost 50 pounds of flab and saved up a couple of bucks for my next big thing, and I know a lot of people around here, I am no longer such a dangerous Californian deserter, I like these guys and they know it. I tell them.
. Everyone in the world is now involved in the struggle between good and evil by television, Russian TV is apparently, according to reports in more than one language, blaming the war they got going on Ukrainian Nazis who I agree should be dealt with, but, comparatively speaking, there aren't many around there much anymore. They were there, Ukrainian men were special SS guys in WW2, guarded concentration camps, which they said they had to or else, like almost everyone else involved with the assault of the Nazi Horde that time. There was pretty strong nazi cultish bullshit going on there, in Ukraine lately, but I think a lot of those guys, the toughest ones too, ended up getting surrendered and slaughtered by the Russians in Mariupol, guys in the "Azof Battalion".
This morning, right now, there are a few conflicts moving along on our planet, the ones we know about today are twenty-two of them. Really and officially, all told twenty-two countries where soldiers are romping and playing with your backyard clothesline and swingsets as they convert them to gallows and are happily, industrially, lining up the soldiers relatives.
Here's a great axe to use on your ears
Jerry Garcia's Hand Cannon shot both love and hate out of all six barrels, double action. One of a kind, incredibly rare, and precious. Handcrafted in Penngrove CA. by some hippie high guy dope fiend master craftsman.
I put that up there for contrast, what's it all mean? I like to look at all of this crap, see what kind of writing comes out, springs forth then sideways to back. All whilst perusing Another Weaponly Choice
There now, is that all more better?
A funny, witty little dither of a dripping mind today, I want to go outside and mow and trim my way back into the new garden location out front. Can't drive a computer like I can my mules. Git up there
Through the magic of Bluetooth, I will not hear the roar of lawn equipment, I will have my ears and my head full of the Good Ol' Grateful Dead.
All Day, Weather.. or not..... this is Oregon... get some damn rubber boots...WATCH OUT FOR THE SNAKES
another one of the guys who brought us ones, long hairs, Canadians, and cowboys and steelworkers all loved the music of Ronnie Hawkins, whether they knew it or not, and me too. Thanks , man...
AMF
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