in honor of ... well, make it anythng you want, but for the time being, in order to mark the last american election of this experiment beginning in, oh, 1776.
more importantly, i'll be making some breakfast- pork loin fried at low heat in plenty of butter, and hopefully not the last. i moved to this little burg close by the river some ten years ago, and told the mayor at the pepper fest parade there'd be plenty of low-life contacts directly from the cities right on my tail.
his answer was a conscious, 'welcome'. ... oh damn, i burned the first one ... perhaps i'd better re-think my issue of dominance over this town.
here's martin armstrong with a few of his predictions ...
dutifully removed by guess who -
i should have realized a plaform in the throes of becoming the voice of ... tyranny, what an overused word; let's use egotistical musings based on dreams of control. no one will ever take over this country. believe me, you'll be dying trying.
in the meantime ill figure how to log what scares panty-waists at lil'g and enjoy writing for a change. be back after some errands ...
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