When I was a child, every other TV advertisement was about cigarettes. Now seventy odd years later it’s all about the bowel, the output of said bowel as it “moves”, and the resolution of such output into the greater ecosystem of Planet Earth.

Constipation, diarrhoea, diapers, adult diapers. So much to sell. Like with the cigarettes the end product is that elusive state called “satisfaction”.

And so we’ve come full circle.

Satisfaction

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If you want my take on this election, the exhibition of these soulless monsters pretending to be human turns my stomach.

My guilty YouTube pleasures include the videos made about the contents abandoned in storage lockers. Theses videos tell us more about American wealth than all the summer houses and yachts moored in Martha’s Vineyard

The average person has the discretionary income to furnish an entire other household in a storage unit. And we wonder why there is surfeit of undocumented immigrants. Instead of paying storage fees, we could send our extra stuff to El Salvador and Guatemala and let the people use the stuff there instead of coming here.

In other words, why don’t we just turn the world into a giant thrift shop?

We expect from people who can barely write a grocery list to control our nuclear arsenal, while we encode stuff in to the cyber world. We’re not mad.

Tell me more about your advanced society

Let’s play pickleball and fuck our neighbours’ wives

Tomorrow Disney World.

Who do I have the feeling that Kamala Harris failed her audition for TV Weather Person?

This Walz guy really came through when he picked Johnny Fontaine to star in that war picture..

I would like to say I am fighting getting old, but that’s not true. The house is a trash pit. I sort of eat a balanced diet. The house is my prison.

What we learn in chemistry regarding entropy should be the ultimate caveat for living. We move toward disorder inexorably, but a few inputs of energy can slow the decline.

I should throw away more, drink less coffee, go to more meetings, start swimming every day.. etc. etc., etc.,

Much as I love the porch , it’s time to be about my self-care.

That’s it for now