Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my sweetie pies!  How are you?  Things proceed at the Zoltar homestead.  Señor Zanza is plugging along and Junior does the same.  Indeed, Señor Zanza volunteers at the local homeless shelter.  He says that it's best to remember one's roots.  Does that mean that he once was homeless?  I guess so.  I wonder where he got his money from?  There's so much that I don'r know about him.Maybe someday he'll share.  

Meanwhile, Junior is doing well.  He's back in school and that's best for him.  He gets to look at girls all day long, so he's happy.  That's more than I could give him.  I'd have to hire some cheerleaders to work out in our yard.  He'd love that.

I'm doing OK.  The pandemic still has my business screwed up.  People are afraid to meet in person.  So I do virtual readings for some and the rest get the real me.  But the numbers are off.  I'm barely making enough to feed us.  If thee's any excess at the homeless shelter, Señor Zanza brings it home, but that's rare.  Often we just have soup for supper.  When I can, I'll slip Junior a piece of fruit.  He needs it; he's a growing boy.  

Hey, whatever happened to that "brain" that was found in Myers' Park on the beach?  Was it really a brain?  Whose was it?  Don't you hate it when the Journal Times doesn't follow up on a story?  That could make a good horror movie: "The Brain on the Beach."

Racine would make a good horror movie on any day.  The paper is full of the trials and tribulations of Racine's poor.  And still the majority isn't reported.  Mr. McMayor Cory 'Butterball' Mason doesn't want to paint too dark a picture of Racine, so the newspaper is instructed to keep down the gore.  We don't want to scare away all of the investors clamoring to give us their money.  Right, Butterball?

 What horsepoop Butterball pitches.  Is anyone dumb enough to believe him?  Is anyone with money that dumb?  I don't think so.  Why doesn't Butterball live in the ghetto?  How about coming home to gunfire and betching?  Why does Butterball feel like he's good enough to lord over us, but too good to live with us?  Screw you, Butterball!

And screw your lying brother for turning the City Hall Annex into your personal COVID-19 lab.  Everyone is sick of your lies.  

Everyone with brains wants out of Racine.  Permanently.

Oh my!

We're tired of a lying pig supposedly representing us.  Please defund the mayor's office.  

I love each and every one of you. Thank you for reading my blog.  Kisses and hugs to you.

Please be sure to respect one another.  It's our best hope for peace.
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