GOOD MORNING, AMERICA!

Recently I realized that there are several causes once near to my heart which I have left to lapse, largely because arguing with idiots is unproductive. It always was so, but at least one was fighting the good fight, and being an example to the sidelines. Who might be inspired or energized. Nowadays there are far too many causes and idiots. And I have in the main lost interest in the betterment of things. The country and the world seem to be heading to hell, and they are welcome to it.

Most of the United States is a cesspool with religious nuts and HOAs, rightwing morons, Karens, and methamphetamine freaks (oh, sorry, "energy drink customers"), all running for political office or the school board, and fighting each other over which confederate hero statue to restore and worship. Okay, Screw them.

The Middle East is burning, Israel and the United States are engaged in conflict on behalf of Kuwait, the Saudis, and the UAE. Which are autocratic slave states maltreating indentured Bangladeshis, Pakistanis, and Philippinos and arresting dissidents. Screw them too.

Africa has fallen off the face of the planet and is busily destroying itself.
Everything south of the Rio Grande is a diseased narco jungle.
India is filled with Spam calling centres.
Screw all of them.

My sincere advice for anyone in this country thinking of vacationing in San Francisco is please don't. We'll eat you alive in the Tenderloin (that's what Chick-Fil-A sauce is for here), force your orphaned children to read forbidden books as well as the violent pornogrpahic parts of the bible (Kings and Judges), and that diabetic old elephantine grandma of yours, too damned obese to locomote without a forklift or extra-powerful mobility device scooter, we have hills! We'll disable her brakes and send the sow rolling into the Bay or Folsom Street.
Please stay away. We don't want you here.
Shove off, hosers.

You are all stupid, you smell bad, and you eat too much.
Plus you're unvaccinated, and believers in conspiracies.


My intentions today are to have lunch in a place where English is uncommon and the menu isn't tourist-friendly, smoke a pipe afterwards, do some grocery shopping, have tea and a pastry, then another pipeful, and avoid outsiders. While keeping a count of the morbidly obese out-of-towners I see on the streets waddling past.

On workday mornings while waiting for the bus I neurotically count tykes, robotaxis, street people, familiar faces, and dogs. Sometimes also yoga bitches and loonies. I've also started counting corvids and grossly fat people, as well as emergency vehicles. One of these days I'm sure I'll notice a big lard-ass whom I've seen before getting hit by a computer-driven vehicle, then being pecked at by little children, bums, rabid dogs, and crows.
It will be like winning the lottery.


I'm counting on you. Don't disappoint me.



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