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My missing ballot.

Not much to say here. The USPS has declared me nonexistent. They returned my ballot to the Registrar, telling them I do not exist. I kid you not.

I will not defend the USPS. This is the last straw. My logistics are such that I may not be able to vote in the recall election. I am not sure what to do. I don't know what this means in terms of being on a list of eligible voters. I am pissed. I am pissed! And, they say they will take care of things for you, but then they don't.

The most important thing to me this month is getting my shot. I am hoping that one vote not cast will not hurt Newsom. But, I don't know what to do. They sent me an email saying that I can REREGISTER for voting. What does this mean in terms of my ability to vote on the 14th? If I reregister, will it take me off the list of voters on which I presume I am still accounted? I am not on any party's lists. I am "preferred not to state," or something like that. I thought for a long time that I had registered Independent, but I'm not that. If I reregister, will there be enough time for my name to make it back on the books?? This is California. Anyone got any advice on what I should do? I hate to be beaten, and I will vomit if Cali turns Red.

I hate the Post Office. Really, I don't need all this extra stress. DeJoy can shove it where the sun doesn't shine. I am going to get my shot this month, and I think that nothing can stop me. I have a plan. I'm ready. And, it has nothing to do with the post office.

Christmas is here.

For me, at least. I used to deplore the early sales season in the stores, but then I discovered that actually, I like it. Every year I start about July. This year I staved off my desire until late last month. This month, I am fully letting go, just go with what I need. Peace on Earth is what I need.

Christmas for me is largely a secular affair, but I get some inner dialogue in there, helping me to keep going. I have my first Covid shot planned for later this month. It is largely on my mind. That'll be the thing this month that will be my big accomplishment. I have waited for personal reasons, but I have won that war, so bring on the shot. I am behind ya'll, but I'll get there. I've been totally isolated, but I bought new masks, and feel prepared to head out to the big event.

I have a subscription at Amazon, so I can listen to Christmas music all day long if I want, as I work on my computer. Between Cowboy songs, Christmas songs, and 60s hits, I'm set. I can watch Hallmark romance movies, very formulaic but comforting, when I am lonely, and I can use my imagination to picture a world that I fit in.

I follow the career of a certain singer, who is a really good singer but still singing in pubs, so I can dream of good fortune for him. He really should apply for one of those national talent shows. He's that good. Last year, he did a sequence of Christmas songs, so I can also listen to those and feel good.

But, no one ever taught me what to do about being hooked on Tortuga Rum Cakes. I have an almost uncontrollable desire to eat Tortuga Rum Cakes for every meal, in place of my regular modulated diet. I'm still skinny, but I won't be for long if I let my self control go.

It's pretty bad when you wake up in the morning and the only thing you want to eat are Tortugas. What do you think you would like to eat for breakfast? Uh, Tortugas...of course, when I am eating them, I am thinking of Johnny Depp and his drunken pirate...it's all good, but I'd like my Christmas stocking full of Tortugas.

I want the rest of my time on Earth to be filled with service. It's difficult to implement, but I have decided that if there were only one tiny thing per month that I did, it would be satisfying. Like, the one starfish that got thrown back. You all know that one.

Well, okay. Planning to vote no to Republican wet dreams on September 14th. That's another September event that is a must. That along with my new Christmas start date. And my shot...

Biden is getting crucified

by many different sources. the latest thing I have read is that families of the dead marines feel that he was disrespectful when receiving their caskets back home. Apparently, he looked at his watch several times. Apparently, he talked about his own son. Apparently, they don't think that their children's sacrifice had to happen.

I think you can't win for losing here. Their kids are dead. They're in some phase of the grieving process. But, I would have to say, 1) we don't know why he looked at his watch. Maybe it was set to Kabul time. Maybe he was stressed because he had a meeting with someone important. Maybe he was waiting for news of something. We just don't know. He's the President. 2) What he has in common with the parents is his own military kid. Is it really so bad that he mentioned this connection to a parent? It only indicates that he understands what they might be feeling. 3) Burn in hell, Trump. There never was going to be a good outcome after he effed it up. Less was said about the Kurds who got royally shafted, because the news media didn't care to make an issue of it. Who cares about Kurdish allies getting murdered when Erdogan is your buddy? But, let Joe have to come along and clean up your mess, and let's kick him to the curb. Joe didn't let 5,000 maniacal prisoners out of jail. Trump did. Joe didn't know that the Afghan army would cut and run. He didn't know that the Afghan president would disappear into a neighboring country, and that the government would dissolve. Instead, he did the best he could and did a major airlift, along with our allies, and tried to get everyone out. And, after the attack, he kept firm to the objective and resisted temptation.

I am pro Biden. I am an armchair warrior like all the rest. But, I'd have to say, that I take a dim view of current soldiers opening their yaps and criticizing Biden's choices behind his back. They are not free to do this. We have no idea what goes on behind closed doors. I do not think that Biden is a coward, nor stupid. Character counts. I think there were no good choices here. I would have processed papers out of country, but other than that, the situation sucked big time.

The governments in the ME are not our friends. The people can be, but let China get it's ass kicked by the Taliban now. It's their turn. Twenty years and a trillion dollars, and the Afghan army lays down its weapons and quits. The Taliban are going to show their intent and character now. I feel bad for the people, but they should have fought for their country.

Nothing the main stream media says will change my mind about Joe. So, now we have to hear about his being "disrespectful" to fallen soldiers. Hell, he came to receive them, along with the First Lady. At least he didn't mean mouth them like Trump did, or refuse to go because of weather, like Trump did.

I'll cut the parents a lot of slack. But, everyone else can go to hell.

Fire and Flood

Take your pick. I'm currently following a major fire near me, watching the brown and black smoke being blown my way, but knowing that I am not in any danger. It would have to cross a major fwy and burn down the town before I would be forced to leave. So, I'm okay. But, others are not so lucky, and I pray for them. I keep thinking what a grand job my goats have done on the area around my place. Still, you monitor what's going on, and the sky is very ugly right now. Nothing like Calder. But, that wouldn't matter to those forced to flee.

Then, with a category 4 hurricane coming ashore tomorrow, I am frightened for those folks that are going to have to endure that. Can't catch a break. Kabul airport massacre, Hurricane Ida, and umpteen fires all around...I am listening to music with my animals at my feet, which is where they like to be. Only the loyal goats are stuck outside, but they have shelter and water. It's hot, so hot. Tomorrow it will be the same, the news filled with reports of what happened to New Orleans. When the sun goes down and I can't see the smoke anymore, I may switch to the cameras and buoy reports. I feel somewhat guilty for being able to do that, just sit here while other people are so affected by climate glitches. Kinda teary eyed, but it's just my nerves. We'll see what happens tomorrow. Good luck, people, praying for you.

The thing that I like best about my cat.

I live with a very emotional, expressive cat. I try not to humanize her, but I swear, she is every bit as articulated as any human could be. She just responds in cat verbiage, but her tonal inflictions are entirely appropriate. Her tones of response and inquiry make me feel like I have a real companion. I have dear dogs, and we communicate, but nothing like this cat. She never ignores me, but responds with every touch or brush of my hand with a question, or a comment, and it encourages me to respond to her. She is wonderful.

I know that non cat owners might not understand, but when your cat responds to you with the exact tonal inflections rising at the end of a response, clearly a question, or trails off with an appropriate comment to your own question, then you kinda wonder. If she had the withal to actually talk, it would seem entirely natural and normal and conversational. In this grave time of every one of us hurting in some way, I am grateful for this. It is so pleasant.

What depression?

What is appropriate, pandemic v. depression? Why is this not turning into a depression? We allegedly have job growth. But, people can't pay their bills. People are able to work from home, is that the difference? What measures a depression? I went through all the recessions barely touched, either because I trained myself to do with less, or because I just had a good job. I am thinking of returning to work, but Delta scares me silly. So, after I get my shot, I'll decide. Would you go to Texas to work for those stupid aholes, or set aside misgivings in order to help and also, to be sure, make a buck? In case things get worse? Would that make you a hypocrite? I am a firm believer in masking. Would you have that written into your contract, in case you ran into a situation where they said you couldn't? "It's in my contract." I believe that you can still get sick with Delta. Would it be worth it? What do you think about making money in the middle of all this? Do you think that it is inevitable that we are all going to get some form of Covid, no matter what we do?

I lied to my cat

and she knows it. Boy, am I paying. She's very old, could have dementia, but the accusing, baleful looks are getting to me. I told her she could have a different kind of cat food, which I know she wants, just because she likes to switch up every now and then. But, I didn't get it, and now we are fighting. Pestering me night and day. Making angry, anguished meows just to point it out. It's not enough to feed a good, balanced diet with clean water. Now, you have to cat-er to their every whim, or you won't get any sleep. My cat is not sick. She is the queen, and wants what she wants. And doesn't mind telling me. I suspect that she will get what she wants, shortly. I am the weak one. She knows it.

Just a piece of trivia

On this day in 2018, the tRump Administration shut down the Presidential Champions program for adults, in which I was heavily engaged and happy with. Every time I see his fat ass outfitted in white shorts with his hinny flapping in the breeze, I think about it and hope he breaks his ankles. There, I said it! I know I am going to hell, anyway, so I keep hoping he comes to a mishap while he enjoys taxpayer-paid sports activities, of which golf was the principle activity! Are we still paying for the SS to follow him around? Yes, we are! Phooey!

There was never any adequate explanation for the demise of the program. Was his miserable set of golf resorts gonna take up the slack with free memberships? No! Was he going to replace the secret pleasure of exercising for awards with a new program? No! He golfed every frickin weekend, while depriving self servicing, humble adults their places in the exercise world, buying their own awards with money that they earned, and wasn't given to them by anyone else! Now, I have to lean toward the Senior Olympics, in which I can do NOTHING!

Everything that Trump touches DIES. So, maybe one day his damned dick will fall off. There, I said it! June 30th is the day the PROGRAM died. Sniff...

Eff the USPS

I'm sorry, but the USPS can KMA. I can't get goods delivered through their services. They are not even pretending to attempt to deliver them anymore. You can see in their tracking service that they are just turning them around and sending them back, without ever trying to deliver them. They are now marking me as an unknown person or address, even though I have a long, long time occupancy at the address.

I am the sort of person that is very loyal, but no more. The DeJoy person accomplished his Trumpian mission and shed one more customer. I am slowing down my purchases, gonna do without for a long time, unless I can get Amazon to guarantee delivery by anyone else but the USPS. I don't give a tinker's damn what the problems of the USPS are now. I pay for the service, and when I can't get pet food delivered because the service is unreliable or now nonexistant, well, who cares about them? I can't afford to do so. I am thinking of having everything overnighted now, at tremendous extra expense. Eff the USPS.

I went into lockdown in an effort to avoid death and destruction. I have no family upon which I can rely to help me, so I am proactive in my own health matters. Guess I'll venture out into the soup to see what happens. Not looking forward to it, though.

Vince Wilfork

Wilfork has some son troubles these days, but I like Wilfork and think highly of him for the simplest of reasons:

For those that don't know, Wilfork was a nose tackle in the NFL for something like 14 years. He played mostly with the Patriots until his time was up and he switched to the Texans because his daughter wanted him to play there. I think (not 100% sure) he was the one involved with the famous Butt Fumble.

At any rate, the reasons I like Wilfork: 1) his loyalty to his wife. Players were making fun of the way his wife looked. She's not a super model or anything. He said, 'But, I love her..." in such a way that I never forgot. The others should have such loyalty and love cast in their directions, if ever they got lucky like that. When they are burying Wilfork, this is what I will remember.

But, Number 2 is awesome: Wilfork was playing for, I think the Texans, and, being a nose tackle, he was in the center of the field. Now, nose tackles are heavy guys, and Wilfork weighed between 300 and 400 pounds. They don't look like they can move at all. Well...some guy running the ball got away from everyone. He's running down the right sideline like a bunny. Wilfork sees this, and decides to get the guy. So, Wilfork runs from center field toward the pursuit. He pours it on and accelerates, making an angle adjustment halfway there, and HE nails the runner. I did not think the runner would stand up after that. He did pop up, but they showed Wilfork flying through the air to knock him out of bounds over and over again. It was awesome! It taught me a valuable lesson. Looks can be deceiving. I've never seen anything like this guy's acceleration as he saved the touchdown. It was unbelievable. Wut happened? I dunno, but I want to see it again!

I wish Wilfork well.
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