Just a Rant

No president has ever profited from being elected president like Trump.  MAGA, baby.  The others were just stupid.  Maybe not Clinton.  He was probably second.  He and Trump were buddies for a long while, you know, when they were partying at Epstein's place.  Now. . . not so much.  

Demolition Man

We have all been complicit, I guess, in the deconstruction of a nation, both left and right--if such opposition truly exists in a postmodern world.  

"Look at the hierarchy, find the assumption, then turn it on it's head."

That was fun in the '90s.  Remember?  Oh, it started in the 60s, but the conservative right didn't grab hold until then.  After that. . . whoa Nellie!  It was a good tool for me, though, in meetings at the factory.  Identifying the assumption.  There is always an assumption in every argument.  

I think.  I haven't been in a meeting for a very long time now.  I don't really use my noggin much anymore.  My role in the world is not to argue now but to caretake.  

"The Brown's called to check up on me from Utah.  They said I was lucky, that I had a really good son."

Yea, yea, yea. .  . it's all luck.  

The painters are working on the house readying it for painting.  That's my other role now, paying people to fix my stuff.  They are making bank, as the kids used to say.  They are doing really well.  It's my zip code.  It basically doubles prices on any home improvement or repair.  I have always believed my fortune was in my house.  Recently, though, I asked A.I., "If you bought a home in the 1980s for $400,000 on a 30 year 4% mortgage, how much interest would you pay?"  It was around $240,000.  Add in repairs over those 30 years.  Your profit margin really begins to shrink.  

My mother has been up for an hour now, and has not quit pushing her walker back and forth from the kitchen to her bedroom.  Back and forth.  She says her mind is gone, that she can't control it.  And so she rambles, paces like a wounded sloth.  She will be better when the sun comes up, I think.  Usually.  But pain and confusion are her constants.  

"They say you're a really good son."

I don't know.  I really don't know.  

I just spent half an hour working with A.I. to compose a piece of music that would score the photo of the little girl.  I did it, but it sucked.  I'll keep trying and maybe some day I'll be able to post it here.  For now. . . 

I made The Donald's portrait, too!