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Having just read several articles about what a complete waste of a human being our current secretary of warcrimes, Pete Hegseth, is, as well as a number of pieces highlighting Trump spouting balderdash, I headed over into social media to decompress. Where I saw that a religious student in Oklahoma was horribly upset that the grade she got for a paper was precisely what she deserved. Wait, what? There are universities in Oklahoma?
People can actually read there? You have got to be kidding me!

Well, I guess that's where they learned to do those tall buildings mentioned in the song. Three whole stories! Will ya just imagine that!


Unbidden, the words to that old song "Cotton-eyed Joe" passed through my head. Along with "Old MacDonald Had A Farm". Very briefly. Because I think fast.

By the way: the building I live in is also three stories.
Must have been an architect from Oklahoma.

By their standards, a witch.

On a cheerier, more upbeat note, a friend posted an account of a meal that she shared with her person of interest recently at a delightful restaurant in the Tenderloin. Where fine dining that tourists often do not ever discover can often be found. Unless they're from Oklahoma (or Alabama, Kentucky, Mississippi, Tennessee, etcetera.) and haven't read the map and all the idiot warnings posted by Fox News talking heads on social media.

Perhaps we should supply the tourist kiosks with informative pamphlets explaining that San Francisco is filled with liberals, ethnics, and transgenders, and that it would be best to turn around and go home. Maybe vacation in Florida where liberals, ethnics, and transgenders are banned?

It's dangerous here. We'll take your precious Sunday School honour student kiddies and turn them into black gay Jews! We'll sing show tunes! Our coffee is made with fresh grounds!
We often use words of more than one syllable!

I'm just trying to be helpful.


Anyhow, Carmen enjoyed her meal very much. She and her friend ate after a Mariachi concert at Davies Symphony Hall. Clams with sweet chili sauce, fresh fish curry, crispy chicken over garlic rice, curry puffs, and beverages.

Shan't mention the name of the restaurant, because I don't want them swamped with visitors, who would need help reading the menu, all those complicated terms.
Thus delaying the wait staff from serving real people.


There's a KFC in the Tenderloin they can go.



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