I’m thinking aloud here. When the good Ol’ US of A was borrowing money to pay for wars in Iraq, Afghanistan, clandestine wars in Syria, Yemen, Libya, The People’s Republic of China bought that debt. Whenever the government spends more than it collects in taxes, it has to issue bonds to pay those bills. Who buys the bonds are governments, banks, insurance companies, or individuals.

Right now the guerre du jour takes place in Ukraine, a poor country in Eastern Europe, run by a leadership class with a penchant for stealing. We are sending untold billions in cash and armaments to this country, where auditors and accountants are scarcer than fans of the WNBA.

What could possibly go wrong?

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, the Peoples’ Republic Of China is hinting at the prospect of a military takeover of a rebellious province, the island of Taiwan. It is the home of the Kwomintang (KMT), the Nationalist party of Chiang Kai Shek, Chairman Mao’s adversary in the Revolution of 1949. With justification, China sees the dispute with Taiwan as an internal matter within China.

The tie between Taiwan and Mainland China is fairly clear. Who controls Taiwan is an internal question to the Chinese. The United States is making all kinds of bellicose gestures and remarks about defending Taiwan. It is looking like 2024’s war, arriving just in time to prop up the sagging fortunes of the Biden Administration.

Meanwhile, why would the Chinese want to damage the economy of a nation that owes them a whole lotta money? Diabolically, or theoretically, the US could fight a war with China, with debt financed by China. Since the days of WW Two and The Cold War, war has proven to be good business. Since one of the last big domestic industries is based on defence (AKA “war” ), don’t look for anybody in Washington or Wall Street or Silicon Valley to eschew this folly.

If there’s a war, lots of people could die, people like your spouse, children and grandchildren. Maybe even you. One would think the Government would want to avoid this outcome. One better think again. I’m not looking for cooler heads to prevail in Washington. The American War State is a bipartisan coalition of Republicans and Democrats. They will unfurl the flags and conflate any actual or potential conflict with World War Two, the last so-called “Good War”. They’ve been doing this since 1945. Sadly, it has yet to wear thin.

The time seemed auspicious as I began the post. I woke up, prayed The Rosary for family members and loved ones.

J has a large stone at the beginning of her ureter on her left side. She’s in pain, obviously.

I haven’t slept well in a very long time.

I have not much else to write about.

With G-d as my witness, I will never use another password again!

I went upstairs to lie beside my wife, as she watched rerun after rerun of Little House On The Prairie. OK. Then she wanted me to prepare a quesadilla for her, with a corn tortilla rather than wheat. No big difference.

I had settled in, even as Little House was saturating the bedroom with its unique banality. Then I became restless again. My eyes ached, but I could bear Little House no longer. I went downstairs, took my metformin, watched a few episodes of a World War One documentary. The sharp brutality, tempered only by black and white film is the originating myth of our time, now playing itself out in Ukraine. Lemberg, Lvov, Lviv, only the names change. And the butchers.

My home, like the world, scrapes along. We have our pains, as our dreams of grandchildren flicker away, in my son’s alcoholic reveries and seizures.

The orgasms of half a century ago were meant to spark a legacy. We didn’t know that then.

Nothing Really Wrong

Nothing Really Right.

Why Tucker Carlson Left His Brussels Sprouts Uneaten.

Tucker Carlson Wears No Socks With His Loafers. Athletes’ Foot Pandemic Feared.

This morning #1Son’s mother texted, informing me that he had suffered a seizure. He was visiting his sister with his mother when the seizure occurred. The ER doctors attributed the seizure to alcohol withdrawal. I’m not surprised. Today has been filled with the details of his detoxification protocol, what drugs to be administered, how long a hospital stay, what course of action to implement when he gets home. Familiar steps in this ballet of protocols and strategies, all the while ignoring that a life is at stake.

Yes. It’s a nightmare. Some people get what’s at risk and rebuild a life worth living. For others, the consequences of addiction overwhelm them. Let’s just say that the smart money doesn’t bet on recovery.

This is one of those days where the triviality of statues, gender politics, or The Stanley Cup Playoffs are seen as the specs on the windshield of life that they are.

The war has started again.

NSFW! Adult content, to get you thinking. Go away persons under 18! You’ve been warned

I’m hungry. Not for food.

But I want to taste and nibble, even chew.

You guessed it right. You surely did.

I want to taste all of you, naked.

I’ll start at your toes, chewing on those pinky toes, running my tongue up and down the sole of your foot.

Maybe you’ll giggle, feel funny that, a tongue, right there, gets you thinking of other places.

And I’m in no hurry, even though you tell me to hurry. as I taste your calves, behind your knees, and you wriggle just a little.

You know where I’m going, but when?

My tongue gets closer, teeth bite your inner thighs, licking a little closer, smelling your cunt. Turning you over, I spread your ass cheeks, eat your ass,

“This is my show, now”. Poke my tongue around your rim then put a pinky inside for you to clench.

But cunt calls me back, slick fingers inside, Broad strokes around your clit, teasing, teasing, closer, closer. Then I find your clit, sucking in your hood pushing it back with two slick fingers.

Now I want your cries, curses, an “Oh Jesus Christ”, for our profane compline.

Shameless, fearless, breathless fucking.

The kind you never knew about until….

We proudly speak an Indo-European Language.

We like to think our interest in politics, public health, and other current events is part of our civic duty to stay informed, so we can make decisions at the ballot box that conform with the pertinent facts. We are making a prudent decision, we think.

So we watch the “news”. We like to think that the producers of broadcast, cable cast and web cast journalism deliver content that meets our expectations and demands for accurate and factual reporting.

Think again. Electronic journalism, like print journalism, is a business. The producers sell advertising time (commercials) in order to pay the bills and, hopefully, turn a profit, just as every other vendor you employ, seeks to accomplish.

News is basically show business. Your eyeballs on your TV are what determine what your network can charge their advertisers to show the advertisers’ commercials, whether it’s Coca-Cola or My Pillow products.

If Bozo The Clown read the news and pulled in viewers, we’d be watching Bozo every night at 8:00 PM. That’s it. Any talk about allegiance to the truth or presenting the facts is just hyperbole.

These are the ground rules we don’t like to think about. This is not to say that any particular journalist of whatever perspective lacks integrity. We should be able to discern a perspective or a bias in any news presentation.

But the point is that whomever we’re watching or reading is there to sell air time or column inches of print media advertising space.

It sucks that these are the facts of journalism life. If Clark Kent wasn’t bringing readers to The Daily Planet, Superman would have had to find a new cover.

End of rant.

Those two things are the basics and they’re interconnected. Tractors use fossil fuels to operate. Tractors till the soil, plant the seeds, and combines, powered by fossil fuels, harvest the grain, so we have bread for our peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

And we have a national governmental leadership that tends to ignore the basic fundamentals that our society depends upon. If one wants turmoil at the most basic level, have large numbers of hungry people. We’ve forgotten the bread riots of Petrograd in 1917, that catalysed the rise of Lenin and the Bolsheviks.

We spend vast amounts of money on defence that “defend” ever emptying granaries. One can’t help but wonder if this is by design. The next question that follows is this;

“Is America worth conquering?”