Patriotic Lore

This was my coffee book/social media idea that I never got to do.  I think it is a good one.  

You know, if we lived in the America Again times with those ideals, Trump and all his cronies would be in prison.  He's a top grade scammer, that one.  

But here we are 250 years in waiting to see if we survive the Trump era.  My conservative friend fears democratic socialists, but he admits it is all because of Trump.  He, I believe, confuses democracy with capitalism, I think.  Freedom, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness are democratic, not capitalistic ideals.  The creed of capitalism is "MORE."  Advertising is what sells it.  When I told him that, he seemed to confuse progress with growth.  I sent him more bike week photos.  

"These are your people," I said.  "They want to Make America Great Again."  I promise you that you could not have gotten out of this crowd alive if you were wearing a Biden t-shirt--unless it said "Fuck" before his name.  This was a 100% Trump crowd.  And it is great, I think, that they undermine the government coffers as much as possible.  Everything is done "under the table."  They don't want government in their lives. Except for roads and water and utilities, etc.  

"These are your people, bro."

NASCAR, UFC, and Taylor Sheridan!!! 

But he is not of that lot.  He is a Park Avenue kind of republican.  We are alike in our tastes, I guess.  

I had the best time I've had in many, many months last night.  For an hour.  My mother doesn't want to eat solid food yet, so I set her up with cottage cheese and soup for dinner at five and told her I'd be back in an hour.  I went to my favorite sushi place.  They open at five, so I was one of the first customers in.  I ordered, and everything came out quickly--sake, miso soup, edamame, and tuna kobachi with sliced spicy cucumbers and perfect slices of avocado.  It was heaven.  My waitress was a slim and very attractive Asian with a few tats on the back of her triceps and shoulders.  When she smiled, I could barely speak.  I have no illusions anymore, but having her as my server complimented the experience.  When I left the restaurant, I was as happy as I could possibly be given the circumstances.  

Back to my mother's at 6:10.  Time for an antibiotic.  I turned on soccer, then at halftime, the news.  I can't stand David Muir, but I watch him.  If you do, notice that he always has his face turned slightly to the left.  He never looks at the camera straight on.  He likes to do field pieces where he can wear a t-shirt and show his workout muscles.  Is he on TRT?  Peptides?  

Then back to the most incredible soccer match of the World Cup so far.  Little Cape Verde took Argentina deep into overtime play.  It looked like they had a good chance of upsetting the reigning World Cup champions.  I was glad it was on, a great distraction from everything.  So. . . sushi and soccer.  And whiskey. 

What a night.  

Later, in bed, I had vivid dreams.  Weird dreams.  Or I should say "dream," for there was only one.  There was a girl.  When I woke, I thought that she had been in my dreams before.  It is not a girl I know, but she seems familiar.  

I had gotten my car back earlier in the day, too, so all in all, the day was alright.  

Now. . . I will celebrate the 4th with my mother.  But we can't have hot dogs and hamburgers, so, I don't know.  I don't enjoy fireworks, so that doesn't matter.  Maybe a movie.  

There is nothing else to tell.  Maybe I'll eat a hot dog anyway.  It seems a must.