Just between you and me

27 September 2025 Saturday around 10 fifteen a.m.

Joan’s in the other room, glued to the tube. She’s watching those nice news dudes peel road kill from the blacktop. Fling it to the gutter. Laugh and congratulate the driver. That’s the gist of it from the farrrrrrr right!

She’s got the volume way up like always. You see me complaining? I’m in the corner. I got on headphones.

I’m listening to nature sounds while I write this post. Chirping birds. A bubbling stream. Forrest racket to drown out the tone deaf Fox News racket. In other words, I’m on a reality frequency.

Like I told you in my last post. I’m dead to the Politics. NO MORE STEAMING PILES OF MAGA SHIT.

That’s what it all comes down to…

You gotta find a more temperate climate.

I can’t get angry about all this chaotic shit

You know what I’m saying? Life’s too short. Especially my life. I aint got all that much time left and why should I spend it freaking out every god damned day over the Donald Trump news? I’m with my pal, the Old Rowing Dude. He aint got time for Trump’s crazy shit, either. He’s eighty five years old. He’s on a short list!

He’s the rowing dude.

He’s rowing…

Same with the dude bought Scruffy from Ronnie. His name’s Wade. Wade’s got no time for Trump. Winter’s around the corner and he’s got more pressing concerns. He’s tackling Scruffy’s leaky windows.

I got the same problem with my new boat.

Replace my windows or just caulk the old leaky windows?

that’s an easy choice.

Meanwhile my bird’s got no time for the Trump News

Fact is, he’s got all the time in the world. But the world’s time is reserved for hunting up some grub. I’m a good food source. He comes to me for the wheat thins and those cheap crackers go for a buck a box at Grocery Outlet.

Who says we’re in hard times?

Trump says we’re in good times! The hottest country in the world he calls us. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Oh, wait a minute. He wasn’t making a joke. He was serious.

Shit. You can still pick up a can of black beans at Target for under a buck!

99 cents to be exact.

Let me see. Can I live on one can of black beans a day? Toss in a box of cheap crackers. Okay, two bucks a day. Not bad. By the time I croak I’ll be slimmed down, like this guy.

Meanwhile, meanwhile, meanwhile…

It happens to be Hispanic Heritage month.

I learned this thanks to the public service billboard at my favorite Starbucks.

What does this mean?

It means dem old I.C.E. Thugs be rounding up Mexicans been living here twenty maybe thirty or more years working hard raising kids paying taxes….rounding em up and stick’n em in dem old internment camps down there in bad old El Salvador while at the same time our country honors the vibrant culture and civic achievements of Latin communities!

Uh oh…I’m slipping back into the Trumpy Hate Rage.

Gotta get ahold of myself. Leave it to others to express their discontent with the current administration. Like my pal Cap’n Jim. Jim’s a retired Attorney. I know, I know, Lawyers never retire. But Jim got so fed up with Trump number 2 he exited the Bar! He said enough’s enough. Well, he’s still fed up. Fact, is, he’s so pissed off he wrote this poem.

Captain Jim Cries Foul

These are the times that try men’s souls!

Why do I keep quoting Thomas Paine?

Get ahold of yourself, Gloomy!

Calm down.

I need a calming tune to calm me down.

Forrest sounds won’t do.

Donald Trump’s favorite song

Donald Trump has cited Peggy Lee’s 1969 hit “Is That All There Is?” as his favorite song. This was revealed during his 2016 campaign. complements of A.I. 

How about I play Donald Trump’s favorite song?

I was still in high school when this song hit the airwaves.

A strange kind of song to make it to the top ten.

A song about how nothing’s really good enough.

I wonder if Trump thinks that way?