10 June 2025 Tuesday

What time is it? Seven in the morning. A Gloomy Boomer morning. I’m sitting here at the one table at the Marin City office that’s powered with electricity. Not wisdom, electricity. I’m just sitting here playing dumb. A command performance. Nobody comes in here. Not like the Strawberry office. That joint is a Social Hub. There you got the In-Crowd. Here? Here we got the bone-slows…

I’m sitting here thinking I’m good. I’m where I wanna be. Staring out the window at the Panda Express. The best bad Chinese fast food in the Universe. Specially If you like chicken on everything. Okay, the joint sucks. Death to the Corporate culinary Jackals. May their broken limbs and torso’s bleed out along rocky shores. Otherwise? If you’re hungrier than a Donner Party Cannibal the food aint bad.

I’m wearing my brand new hat my pal Don sent me.

My brand new favorite hat. Sardina Cantina. I can’t believe how cool this hat is. Sent to me by a dude who was and is admittedly an extremely cool dude. I mean, his old man was a Writer. A beat generation Writer. How cool is that? We all tried to be cool back then. Most of us made a mess of it. Charging around like Apaches. I tried to keep up with Egan’s Rats. Not a discerning flight plan. But Don, he stayed cool. Well…all I can say, thanks for the hats. Thanks for fifty seven years of friendship. Thanks for maintaining a cool orbit…

As for me, I’m trying to maintain a semblance of cool. I’m just one of the trillions of creatures inhabiting a ball orbiting a vastly larger ball of nuclear fission. Nothing A typical about that. We got ourselves into a mess here in the outer reaches of the Milky Way. How? We invented Science. And Science showed us the real deal. For my money, I’d just as well not know the real deal. I’d rather be alive back in the day when we believed in the Gods. When the Earth was supported by a Turtle.

Yeah…those were the good old days.

But no. We had to pursue truth ….and look where it got us? Stuck between fire and ice. On a planet ruled by the deranged and the idiotic.

Best to at least try and stay cool, like my buddy Don.

The Headlines

The Fat Cat’s stirring the pot as always. That’s all he cares about. The Headlines. Everybody hates him. The Richest Man in the world now finally after being duped like all the others finally hates him. Richest man on the planet’s out to get him. Richest Dude’s no Mother Theresa but he’s out to get the fat cat. I’m kinda glad but not too glad. I’m not so glad cuz frankly it’s the same old ugly shit on display and I’m tired of watching it. I say they deserve each other. But we’re talking the headlines. And these people, they always make the headlines. The only fun part of this is watching all the fat cat-loving republicans who used to love the Richest Dude too (not just love him but revere and kind of worship him) watch these pathetic dupes make excuses for the formerly beloved Richest Dude in the world. Piddling compensation, I know. Meanwhile I’m waiting for the Worm To Turn on this whole damned Maga business. I mean, enough is enough already!

Good luck waiting…

The Fat Cat keeps winning. Maybe he saw a bit of flack from the Richest Dude Debacle. Surprise! That’s a flash in the pan. Why? Cuz the Fat Cat came up with an even bigger headline. Which he promptly displayed. Send the Marines to California! Best way to get rid of the Richest dude headline. Lead an army into the Blue State. Conquer it. Submit it to his will.

That’s the ticket. A huge Headline.

But what about those troops? They really gonna hang around here? What’re they gonna do while they’re here? March around. Eat at Panda Express. Scratch their butts. Go “What do we do now?” They’re in California. Check out the malls. Nobody at the Malls worth killing. Hang out at Starbucks. Yeah…I can see that. But nobody’s rioting at Starbucks. Phony Australian Dude aint Rioting. I’m not Rioting. And what about the rioters? All they’re doing is setting fire to a Waymo Cars.

That aint no Big deal.

No. There’s no point in conquering California. The Fat Cat conquers California he’s gonna actually need to do something about the Undocumented People he’s always railing about. He’s gonna need to create a Policy. As we know, he’s not about Policy. Policy is work. Policy is boring. No. What he needs is another Headline. A headline even bigger than sending the Marines to California.

How about actually conquering Greenland?

That would make a bigger Headline…maybe.

We’ll…I’ve wasted three hours

At least I didn’t spend it reading the headlines. You Tubing the latest news on the Podcasts. You can waste you’re whole day on that stuff. I know, I have. We’ll I’m done with the latest news. It’s all bad. It’s all about the Fat Cat. He gets to make the news. I get to avoid the news. Still a kinda free country. No, better I spend my sorta free time making a blog or hanging on my boat…

Do some boat stuff…maybe even go sailing. Naw…that would take ambition.

Maybe I’ll hang with my brand new friend.

I met him Sunday at my girlfriend Joan’s pad. He was just hanging around the garden and we struck up a conversation. He doesn’t talk a lot. But everything he says makes perfect sense.

Like for instance we were talking about the meaning of life. He listened for a while. Then he said, “I wouldn’t know the answer to anything. Best to ask the Turtle that holds up the world.”

There you go! Nothing like hearing the plain truth for a change!