BRING A BUCKET

On the day when Biden meets Xi, it will, according to the weather report, rain. Some people are predicting an immense rain, torrential, huge. The biggest rain you've ever seen, why, everyone knows that this rain is genius level, very stable! All the pundits agree!

Sorry, I was thinking back to the dark ages for a moment there.

But I had best do my laundry today, instead of waiting.

The problem is that it's scheduled to rain when I go to a regular chachanteng for a lunch that I always look forward to, every week. Honestly, it's okay that it will rain on the Xi and Biden's little tête-à-tête -- should clear the air nicely -- but why is it going to rain on me?
I'm not the baddy here.

In any case, it will rain on all the protestors who will be trying to storm the security zone too. They'll be so busy with their hands holding signs protesting overfishing of Longo Longo, the war in Gaza and Northern Ireland, the price of wheatgrass and how it's now gmo and factory farmed, vegan breast milk, and overharvesting of patchouli, to hold any umbrellas. At the end of the day they'll be soggy and smelly (precisely like they were before) but much cleaner, and they will have accomplished precisely nothing other than leaving their pooh, urine, and empty macrobiotic energy drink containers all over. Then they'll go home and get on the internet to boast that they disrupted the meeting of fascists. Here are photos! See, that individual in the background looks Chinese, he could be part of the security detail! Or a shapeshifting lizard alien! Huzzah! No more vaccines ever! Green earth now! Pronouns!

HELPFUL ILLUSTRATION SHOWING THE AREA NEAR MOSCONE

Yeah, I hope they all catch pneumonia. Every single stinking Berkeleyite, Oaklander, and Marinite who shows up tomorrow. It's because of them and their potentially violent tantrums that there are guarded security zones starting a few blocks away, police cars all over the damned place, bus lines rerouted, and bomb sniffing dogs and barriers blocking traffic.

By the way: The bathrooms are for customers only.

Starting at seven A.M. at the Powell Street plaza, there will be "colourful and festive actions that will creatively block CEOs and dictators from meeting." So expect lots of angry radical Filippina lesbians and Berkeley earthmoms garbed in meaningful spiritual rags, along with the usual batshit Gays For Hamas, Nudists For Peace, and Turkeys For Thanksgiving.

Plus (of course) full-body tattooed coke snorting vegetarians.

And tie-dyed hippies from Santa Cruz.

Rainbow keffiyehs.



My plans for tomorrow involve baked fish with garlic and fermented black beans, rice, veg, lots of sambal. Strong milk tea. Errands and grocery shopping, smoking my pipe, upgrading my transit card, searching for something interesting in the sambal department, hugging the whales, more strong milk tea and a pastry in the company of some local people who think you are all nuts (eccentric, at a minimum), another smoke, taking a detoured bus home.
Then having some more tea. And another smoke while killing butterflies.


Actually, I'm looking forward to the rain.
I know how to use an umbrella.



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