Strong Erotic Content. Adult Language and Situation. NSFW 18+

I remember the smell of her cunt. After all the years. Of tobacco, it was. As if that magnificent snatch was the Cassandra for the cancer that would kill her.

She wanted to forget me at the end. Who could blame her? And I wish, on these hot and sweaty days like there were when we first fell into fucking and then in love, that I could forget her, too.

And on such days as this, when the sweat flowed freely, I first thrust fingers, then a hardened prick, into her opened anus, the only maidenhead remaining in our satyr’s world.

The freight traffic is heavy this morning. I have been sitting for half an hour and three freight trains, two Northbound, one Southbound have passed by. One of those Northbound passes now, hauling nothing but empty coal cars.

I feel better emotionally than I have the past few days. C, #2 son, is coming for lunch at our new favorite Indian restaurant, Anohka. I told him to bring his swimsuit, so we can hang out later at the community pool.

I take advantage of this technologically sophisticated world at every opportunity. But could I walk away? I would like to see if I could live “unplugged” and without a motor vehicle in exactly the place I live right now. I could lose much. For example driving to Daily Mass at the Abbey seven miles away is important to my routine. I could walk to the Nine AM Mass at St Mary’s Church. It is on the way to the Y. Then I could swim after Mass

I could get a fancy adult size tricycle bike. The large basket would be perfect for grocery shopping. The grocery store is less than a mile away. The nice produce market is about four miles.

What’s the saying? “We don’t own our things. Our things own us.” Unfortunately true.

That’s all I can think now. I’m watching a John Betjeman documentary on English branch line railways. This is not a documentary movie, per se, but a cinematic poem about trains and a vanishing England. Businesses have to operate at a profit. The profitability had vanished long ago, but the world remained a while longer, filled with charm.

Living in the present time, I understand that the power hungry think the world is theirs to replace. These monsters will destroy what they don’t understand. They will literally hard wire peoples’ brains the better to control them.

The weak will forget their gods and select these plutocrats in their place. They will boast to their wretched techno serfs of their goodness and these once human shadows who have lost their souls will worship them. Tell the slaves that you offer endless pleasure in exchange for their own private thoughts. They will make the exchange. Who wouldn’t?

Who wouldn’t trade drudgery for a vacation?

Who wouldn’t exchange the uncertainty of love for guaranteed ecstasy?

Where will freedom live?

Does anyone know?

What will we lose to find this freedom? Or will it be a loss at all?

This was a great trip. Not too long. It was a marvelous interlude. We drove West on I-64, got off, drove a few miles South, then ☝ up the mountain. We loved the view and the peaches.

We drove through Charlottesville, had lunch at their First Watch restaurant. We like the food at First Watch. I had a vegetable frittata and a salad. Charlottesville has a sprawling University within its sprawling and blurred city/county boundaries. There are plenty of cars and stores and earnest souls who want sustainability, probably for somebody else besides themselves.

We drove home on the most boring stretch of highway I have ever driven or ridden on. I just want the trip to be over every time.

And I’m tired again.

I read the obituaries mostly because my Mum read the obits and I’m carrying on the tradition. The other day I read where a friend just lost her granddaughter to Ewing’s Sarcoma. When we saw her at lunch today, we could express our grief and condolences.

Today, I saw in the paper an obituary for an AA friend with 39 years sobriety. The obit read “went out his own way”. Oddly phrased, unless the deceased committed suicide, which he did. My buddy H, a mutual friend, had lunch with this guy, DC, the day before he died. No indication of a problem was perceptible.

I’d known DC since I came into the rooms. We weren’t that close. Still when I can count on seeing somebody at meetings for twenty five years and he consistently comes across as one of the “adults in the room”, it’s a shock.

Makes me want to engage in chocolate therapy.

If something is getting to you, get help. Don’t stop till you feel better. Please, you matter to people, no matter how worthless you think you are.

My Social Security check was automatically deposited in my checking account about an hour ago. I moved some money around to adjust for money I used as a safety net in case a debit hit my account.

I woke up around 2:00 AM, made some decaf, watched the Ukrainian metal detecting guys.

They found a Roman denarius coin, some Soviet coins, a coin from Tsar Nicholas I, and the metal casing of a fragmentation hand grenade from the World War II. All in one field.

I went to bed earlier last night, slept a little better. J was watching sit coms from the Sixties since I was with her. Some of the were good, particularly Green Acres. I love that shiw.

After the Ukrainian metal detecting guys Crazy Seeker, on You Tube I watched some “conspiracy” shows. They are what they are. There a lot of powerful and rich people who seek to influence public opinion. There are citizen journalists who look into the background of a lot of news stories. They raise good points. Leave it at that.

I quickly saw that a lot of them took the ignored problem of human trafficking and attributed too much of this activity to Jeffrey Epstein. We just don’t know, at this point, all of what Epstein was up to. We probably won’t until the government presents its case at trial.

Then I packed J’s lunch. I’m watching a freight train move through Ashland, with shipping containers stacked 3 high on a flat car. Pretty amazing.

I’m getting sleepy again. All part of the night’s routine for me,

I have some pork marinating in Goya Mojo Criollo, that I will slow cook for dinner. Maybe C (#2 son) can come over. He likes this dish, Cuban Roast Pork.

Later folks.

I had my six month Doctor Visit today, as part of being an Old Man. It went OK. I had to fast beforehand, 8 hours, no big deal. Still it throws my eating regimen out of whack. Usually I eat whenever I want.

Physically I’m doing OK.

Before I went to the Doctor, I went to 8:00 AM Mass at the Benedictine Abbey. The Church there has the world’s worst acoustics. And the priest, if he is not a native English speaker, is often times unintelligible. But I know what he is saying, so it’s not that important I understand every word.

So after the Doctor Visit, I went to AA. That’s another example where showing up is the most important part.

Then J and I had cheeseburgers for lunch. She ordered a salad with blue cheese dressing, too, while I had a bowl of chili. This was at Longhorns. It’s a chain restaurant, I know, but we like the people who work there, especially the server, Lauri, we ask for.

I came home and crashed. I had a nap. Now I am watching a YouTube video from a man who lives on a canal barge in England. Maybe I should try that for awhile, cruising the canals. Seems like right out of Dickens. We have the James River & Kanawha Canal in Richmond, built in the pre-Civil War era. It was intended to connect the Atlantic Ocean with the Ohio River and its tributaries. It was a good idea before railroads prevailed in transportation. I wonder if reviving the canal for pleasure craft, or barge tourism has ever been considered. Since it was partially built with slave labour, entrepreneurs would probably have to deal with a reparations issue. That could be a deal breaker.

It is 40°F. (18.3°C) cooler today than it was on Sunday. And rainy. A nice slow drizzle. Seems like I have waited weeks for such a day. Even though we have air conditioning, it much less stressful to have the cooler temperatures.

That’s all folks (Imagine insensitive and politically incorrect Porky Pig stuttering voice).

If Jeffrey Epstein was a Mossad agent, why is he still alive?

To save himself from serious jail time, he could point directly to the Israeli intelligence agency, were he an agent. To prevent such exposure, Mossad would kill him. If there is overlap with the CIA, would CIA let him talk?

The temptation is to inflate the case out of all proportion. The federal prosecutors are seeking to keep this case down to Earth. Sensationalism will serve to help Epstein, if what the jury has to deal with is similar to a plot outline from a James Bond movie.

I’ve spent my life aspiring to be one of the “smart people”. I went to school to apply whatever intelligence I had into an income-producing asset.

Then Jeffrey Epstein came along. He was a really smart guy. And used his smarts to get rich, gain influence, make powerful friends and rape as many postpubescent teenage girls as he possibly could.

And the entire world of the New York and Hollywood cultural, political and financial elites has been put under scrutiny. This coincides with the examination and reassessment of the goals of globalism. Suddenly more and more people are seeing their political and personal autonomy eroded by institutions like the European Union, by free trade agreements that destroy their livelihood and their dignity.

And the elitist talking heads are finally being challenged. Brexit. The Trump Election, the Yellow Vests, the collapse of Angela Merkel. I could go on.

Culture, finance, politics are all providentially, I would argue, being challenged. Great time to be alive. Glad I made it this far.