Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my loved ones!  How are you?  Happy 4th of July!  Woot!  Woot!  Stars and stripes forever!  Don't miss the big parade, interspersed with lying politicians and others of the egg-sucking ilk who look to get rich off of your tax dollars.  Will Foxconn have a float?  Will we have to pay them for it and then build it for them?  How about a huge toilet flushing down more of our money?  How about a float for the taxpayers?  It would be barren except for a rope tied to the end and dragging along Mr Taxpayer by the neck.  Oh my.

How about this weather?  When it gets into the 90s and above, I just hide in my home with the shades drawn and the blinds closed.  I curse the heat and try another spell, but nothing works.  Mother Nature where are you?  If you aren't coming back, send us a trainee.  We'll watch over him or her.  Just get the temperature down into the 80s at the highest, and normally in the 70s.  Ahhh.  Wouldn't that be wonderful?  It's supposed to cool down for a few days, but a week from now we'll be pushing 90 again.  It never ends.

Like the news.  Always negative.  Blaring murder death at us all day long.  No one is even interested in good news anymore.  We assume the worst and often we get it. "If it bleeds, it leads."  We all love others' dirty laundry.  The dirtier, the better.  Gossip, rumour, and scandal.  Even the National Enquirer aspires to general acceptance.  That badger really did steal that truck, buy a case of beer, and partied all night in your trash cans.  If it's online, then it must be true.

I stumbled across a piece of history the other day while searching for something on YouTube.  Ever hear of Sister Rosetta Tharpe?  She was a mean proto-rocker doing the Lord's work.  Elvis Presley and  Jerry Lee Lewis studied her moves.  Without further ado, here she is:

I would think that Sister Tharpe would scare the hell out of most people.  She played like Robert Johnson while singing to the Lord.  Hallelujah!

Of course, Robert Johnson was pre-electrification.  That had to wait for Les Paul to create the electric guitar. If Johnson suspected an audience member was learning his licks, he would turn his back to the audience.  You'd have to forgive him - he played two parts with his right hand.

Enough with the guitar history.  Congratulations to Mr. OrbsCorbs on his reent biopsy result: no cancer.  Remember what I told you: they don't know what to do with someone with abnormal body chemistry.  Let them play their games, then tell you what you already know: your chemistry is screwed up.  Yup, it certainly is, yet you operate quite well, so please don't mess with it.  Mr. OC's primary care physician has given up on knocking down his blood pressure any further.  He says, "Maybe 140 over 60 is 'normal' for you."  C'mon, you've been his patient for over 25 years.  When did blood pressure norms change?

Thank you, my dears, so much for reading my blog today.  I know it's a holiday and you're probably quite busy, so thank you for taking the time to check me out.  I love you all.  Yes, I do.  And I'm grateful that you follow my blogs.

Enjoy the weather if you can.  Some days will be quite warm while others will be cool.  Get out there and get some sun and fun.  Six months from now, we'll be craving some heat.  So enjoy it while we have it.
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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Just say "no" to Foxconn float!
"yeah" for the no cancer biopsy!
Now let's wait for the purple rain!