Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Dear Madame Zoltar
Now that the presidential campaigns are in full swing, I look forward to not reading or listening to any of the pablum that the candidates spout. It's more than three months until the election. I can't imagine how much BS Trump and Clinton and companies will spew. It'd be funny, but our future is at stake. I don't see much hope with either candidate. I'm voting OrbsCorbs, Of Course. I doubt he'll win, but just maybe, if enough of us do it, he'll be elected. I understand that he's chosen Charlie, his cat, for the Vice Presidential position. Orbs and Charlie, the wave of the future. "Vote for me and I'll set you free!"
Both I and Señor Zanza have been trying to get Junior to meditate more to see how much psychic ability, if any, he's inherited. Actually, Señor Zanza has been doing the majority of the work. However, it's very difficult to get a teenager to sit still long enough to get anywhere. The only time he does really try, he just falls asleep. Señor Zanza says he's sure that Junior has something, but he doesn't know what. I think Junior keeps beating him at poker and that's what. Time is really the only thing that will tell how much psychic ability Junior has. I hope he doesn't turn out to be a cad like his father.
Now here's a young man who is motivated:
I don't necessarily want Junior to be a garbage man; I just want him to be something.
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Enjoy the cooler temperatures and lowering humidity over the next few days. This is what summer is all about. Sit back and relax.