Grown up in the room
On the left is the line in which our fearless leaders would have you panic. On the right are the words of adults in the room handing out the facts. The left provides cover and a path to re-election. There is no path to light and no assurance of our leaders doing more than covering their own asses. Is it me? I am bewildered by the numbers of people who still believe the propaganda. Who’s drinking the cool-aid? Is it me? We have lost our standing in the world. We are a joke to threaten to defund the WHO and blame China. There is no comfort in reality TV. Is it me? We are fast approaching the time when we will have the opportunity to have a real leader.
“Have you stopped beating your wife?” Yes, or, no? Somehow, the headline on the left is blaming me for the economy. You are the leaders, don’t blame me.
San Luis…
Obispo
Summer market, famer’s market, teeming with people out to get fresh produce or a good meal. Ya gotta love the kids. There’s nothing better than a hot ear of corn on the cob! And beer? We settled in at BBQ joint and Colleen got a flight (of beer). San Luis Obispo was such an exotic faraway city when I first came across the name back in the early ‘70’s while working in a publishing house. My niece later married here. And now, Colleen and I have dined. I never actually thought I’d ever be here. Funny how life intersects with my reality.
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