[all this unfolding as hordes of Israeli-hating-Jew-backed Islamic terrorists [some as young as three years old!] are surging up from Mexico unimpeded to Kill Our Babies, Take Our Guns and Steal Our votes –  Scary-ass times, I tell ya.]  Meanwhile without The Wall Mexico Won’t Pay For we champions of Enduring Freedom are pathetically vulnerable but fortunately the Great Leader has deployed His Personal Heroic Military to keep we the [White] people safe until the Apocalypse [otherwise the damn Apocalypse might well stall out!], never mind the debt,

that can come out of Medicare and Social [in]Security as we all go down…

together under blue skies along the Straits of Carquinez.  Ten + degrees above normal and no rain into November just means Fire Season’s being held over by popular demand as we Await

Our Fate.

Things still look lovely though

it is,

again,

time

to move

over

the hill

and down the other side

to Sand Pass

[the old RR buildings sadly deteriorated]

for lunch.

Up the desert, a coupla incoming pickups and a grader working south of Espil’s, then

Parker Ranch, their Resident Feral Horse looking confidently over the fence [little do he know; tomorrow Garrett’s coming over from Winnemucca to run him off] and a gorgeous Golden

Eagle on the gatepost as I roll by…later, for symmetry [given the little White One spotted

on Tuesday’s morning walk], a Great Blue Heron on the Wall Spring pond…

So, settled, Nevada days, watching that red tide roll; you say you want a referendum?  You got it! …and got the obnoxious dude you deserve to run the show.  Down…and, still stuck, I just say…’good luck’. And good luck and congratulations to all those new governors!

*It’s well known along the western coastal edge what  f-ing disasters those Red Tides can be, which is really just marine biology, after all’s said ‘n’ done.