I cook oat bran cereal on the stove top, since I don’t have a microwave oven. That means i have to clean the sauce pan. I had my oat bran with fresh mango, a shake of cinnamon and maybe a tablespoon of honey. Pretty good.

So President Hot Shot Real Estate Developer wants to turn a unique piece of real estate in a wealthy and sophisticated city back into a maximum security prison.

Huh?

I remember when the Alcatraz debate centered around the ownership rights of a Native American tribe. How did that debate turn out?

How about developing this real estate into a marvelous community with housing for middle class and affluent families? There could be offices and artists’ studios for creative types Maybe a ferry service to whisk residents to the city proper. And non residents could visit the island for its possible cultural offerings .

Having Alcatraz revert to its old function as an urban gulag is down right stupid.

Try again, Mr President.

I woke up around 0400 hours . I was hungry , or thought I was. Then I looked at all of the Rubbermaid containers sitting in the trusty Whirlpool, containing God Knows What. So I started tossing them out.I was thorough. Perhaps the half filled jar of Cheez Wiz was still edible, but out it went too.

I feel a profound sense of relief. They’re all gone!

And now, I’m just not all that hungry any longer.

If I hear the word “Trump” again, with the exception of a bridge game, I’m going to scream!

I bought a box of Wheaties the other day. A tennis star Coco Gauff is the athlete featured on the box.

This got me engaging in the the internal process that passes for thinking in my inner life:

1. Was O.J. Simpson ever the featured athlete. on the Wheaties box?
2. If so, given Mr Simpson’s subsequent notoriety, what would an O. J. Simpson Wheaties box be worth as a collectible?
3. How would I find out?

Looking on eBay, an OJ box is worth about $90. Almost anticlimactic.

If they made one, what would an Oswald Box be worth? Or a Jack Ruby?

I don’t know how far I’m going with this.

Men and women have different criteria for making friends.

Can women and men be friends? I suspect if at least one of the parties is lesbian or gay , the way is easier than if both are heterosexual.

There is a subconscious evaluation for partnership potential going on.

Permanently platonic is not a desired outcome.

(Warning! Bad Word used! Hide this from your children or the Sensitive. Maybe from Republicans, just in case.

I can find them now with ease. All over the place. Not like when I was a boy, when they were covered by skirts, and pantyhose, or dungarees and knickers.

C&$ts.

Women have them. And some women show them off, like they were Gucci bags or fur coats. Some women show them bald, others furry. But they’ve let the secret out.

Life has something to do with them.

And the people just can’t stop looking.

Those c&$ts. Those. Magic. C&$ts.

You can get in your car or truck and cruise up and down Figueroa Street in Los Angeles. There is trash, an occasional gathering of homeless people living near a tent and a blue tarp overhanging a chain link fence.

The real stars are the street prostitutes, looking for work, as it were. They are dressed or displayed , as only street prostitutes can display themselves. I guess they make money doing this. This street couture reflects their only creative outlet. It’s like white collar guys trying to get their shirts and ties to complement.

Do Gavin Newsome or Adam Schiff watch this? I wonder.

J: „You doing ok?“

Me: „ I just need to eat.“ (Truth be told, I’m hypoglycemic and one step away from outright hysteria.)

Now The Story can be told.

Der Schafsbock Hornen made consecrating all Nazi flags to the Blut Fahnen a real ordeal for Der Führer. Would he have the Will to Triumph wearing those riding boots pinching his Zehen?

I came for the fallen arches that plagued him in the trenches of the Western Front. I crafted Der Eisen Orthotiken that kept him as spry as a Hitler Jugend during the long speeches at all of the Rallies.

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