I took my week off from posting. I read the usual blogs, however. I’m still somewhat disengaged from the world. That isn’t necessarily bad. Because what the plugged-in World considers engaged is watching the media outlets through which propaganda is disseminated. These outlets also use your viewership (or equivalents) to determine advertising rates, for all forms of media from print to the internet.

Emotionally and rationally there is still a lot going on with me. Today 4 October marks the 39th anniversary of the day ex-wife #2 and I were married.

1980 was an election year. I remember my dear friend and mentor Bill R was there with a Cranston lapel pin prominently displayed (Allen Cranston D-CA was a prominent liberal Senator of that era). Nobody took the prospect of a Reagan victory seriously. So liberals, like ex-wife #2 and me, were surprised when Reagan won. We said publicly we were surprised. We all deep down knew that Carter had made a mess of things and was doomed

But that marriage was more about mental illness and alcohol than politics. So when 4 October rolls around, I seem to revisit the pain, more than anything else.

More on lots of stuff later.

It is 4:06 AM here in Richmond. Somewhere, on my computer feeder I saw where the temperature was 71°F (22°C).This does represent a cool down from the 100°F (37.77°C) that I saw on my car’s thermometer yesterday afternoon.

While outside it has cooled down. I am still sweaty and sticky from my workout (2500 meter swim) yesterday evening around 9:00 PM. This happens from time to time.

So I have not slept much.

The house overfloweth….

With sun care products that need to be shipped out. J is packing up what she took from the stores. She isn’t quite sure if she will be compensated for this work performed outside of the stores. Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

All I am saying right now.

I won’t be posting for a while. I’m emotionally drained and depressed. I’m fed up with sanctimonious narrow-minded cowards who dream of licking the soles of Nancy Pelosi’s high-heel pumps. F**K you! I’m just exhausted.

How come we don’t call the billionaires and millionaires that run this country, the Silicon Valley magnates, the Bushes, Kennedys, Clintons, Romneys, Rockefellers, even Trump oligarchs? How come these creeps who wield power out of the public view aren’t assigned a negative name?

I turned off the TV. The Smartphone is next after this post. I’m tired. I’m sick of most of the crap I see or read or hear about in this country, from automobiles to politicians to the cowardly bishops in the American episcopate of the Roman Catholic Church.

Mostly just tired. J has a second job. She took a week off job #1 to take down “sun care” endcaps in the area Publix Stores, (They are a chain out of Florida, nice stores). She has only about seven stores but these are huge undertaking. The shelves are crammed with bottles and tubes and aerosol cans of sun tan lotions. Plenty left over. Evidently melanoma won out this Summer around here. It’s a six hour job taking the junk down, counting it, letting the receiving clerk take it out of stock and boxing it.

So I’ve been sitting around getting frustrated about being more or less ignored. I’m feeling crazy. Stuff that shouldn’t bother me is bothering me. I need to sleep.

Maybe looking at the world through the prism of conflict and struggle between or among parties or factions supposedly in opposition isn’t a particularly valuable or useful way of assessing the state of the world.

I fear that many of us have lost the ability to see or think beyond that paradigm. Consider how much of your world view is colored by such an assessment. Is there or can there be another way of looking at things?

There just might not be the conflict “out there” in the world that you are told exists. Where such conflicts live are “between your ears” and somebody put them there. Some, but not all of the culprits are political parties, so-called “activists”, Marxist educators, Madison Avenue, Clergy of all creeds, Hell, even Satan himself, (if you are a believer).

We all need to honestly look at how we think. And it is deuce difficult. This kind of introspection leaves open the possibility that we might have been wrong at some point in time. This kind of introspection takes honesty, courage, tolerance, and kindness because we are all people up to the same silly self-defeating game.

Just think about it, OK?