EXTREMITATION

Yesterday evening the neighborhood was full of naked legs. Some shapely and attractive, some ill-considered and better not dear. Of all genders. This blogger, as a crusty old fossil from the twentieth century, does not know what to think of that.

It is quite possible that hot pants may have come back. I remember the first time they were fashionable. With some distaste. Even then I wondered why on earth. I suspect that those things, more than anything else, caused the election of extreme rightwingers like Rondald Reagan, Bush and Bush, and Donald J. Trump. They did something to the redneck brain, constricted bloodvessels, encouraged fast food consumptio, or something. Goth clothing styles are a natural reaction. A protest against vulgar exhibitionism.
Onions should be tied to belts as was the style in those days.

Basically, the cold part of San Francisco summer is over.
The next two to three months will be vile.


In summer, Americans gain weight due to excessive consumption of sugary soft-drinks and syrupy ice-slush coffee bar concoctions, coupled with a near-complete lack of exercise.

Also sweet ice tea. Common in The South. One cup of sugar per teabag.
With more sugar added at the table when served.

During hurrican season, in large parts of the country, convoys carrying vats of co-cola and sweet ice tea concentrate for emergency shelters and Waffle House locations roll non-stop, to keep people who drawl habitually from rioting en-masse and looting the local strip mall. Hospital emergency rooms dispense it undiluted to folks who stumble in on a sugar-low.
Lest they crash limply and start wailing, incessantly, about Scarlett.

Herds of morbidly obese thirty year old grandmommas slowly wriggle toward overturned freezer trucks on the road between the cotton fields, desperate to feast upon the thawing ice cream leaking from its back, softly moaning 'whatever shall we do, whatever shall we do". They crawled out of their back porch hammock for this.

Oh, the humanity. Horrible, horrible.


Cletus has heat-stroke, there will be no trailer park methamphetamine for a while, let's hope that 'Messkins' with cocaine slip across the border to save us.

I should write a movie script about this.



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