[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.
why run off the feral horse?
Horse-high piles of poop, messy criss-crossing trails all around, mashed up willows [plus I think he was pissing on the porch]…anyway Garret [an amazing human, over from Winnemucca, more of that anon] sent him on his way to Deep Hole. Where Susie won’t want him, either. Now all we have to do is find and patch the leak in the fence before the burros surge in…
If anyone is skeptical and keeps jumping up and down and saying “we won the house” over and over, just go to Huffington Post’s election page, to the House results, and you will see a lot of little boxes of various colors. Click on the view “by state” and you will see a map of the entire country engulfed in, you said it, a great red tide from border to border with little blue heavily populated islands scattered here and there in the mass of red. Our “great divider” has succeeded beyond what even he imagines, because he won’t look at that map and the talking heads will keep saying that he lost the House. “Winning the House” will just mask another disastrous turn of events in our crumbling final stages before the rising oceans, wild fires and hurricanes finish it all off. It’s a beautiful day out and I’m going to take a walk in Washington Square and think about Edith Wharton and Henry James. At lunch I will raise a cup to the blue heron on Wall Spring pond.
Mike, I think you forgot the most important thing about the Israeli-hating-Jew-backed Islamic terrorists that are, as we sit here, storming our southern borders – they and their Hispanic rapist friends are coming for our (well, your, I guess, since I’m not sure I’m technically white) white wimmin.
Yr absolutely right, of course..and not only the wimmin but Our Jawbs, our precious jobs. So why didn’t he run on the economy, anyway? Nobody’s that smart?
Fear, it works for America…
“…the sky is falling….the sky is falling…the sky is falling…”
— Chicken Little
“She accurately predicted such events as the fall of Troy and the death of Agamemnon, but her warning went unheeded. During the sack of Troy, Ajax the Lesser dragged Cassandra from the altar of Athena and raped her…”
— Cassandra, Greek Mythology, Encyclopaedia Brittanica
“Good food takes time.”
— Cooking with Edith and Henry (PBS, Sunday, 9 PM PDT)
Those characters you refer to would rub their fat n pink little greasy hands together with glee if they heard you guys…divide n conquer, yo.
The sky fell already already, but, still blue, we do what we do, eh?
The contrast between Benicia and out there in Nevada…..for some reason I have not thought about it that much until these images. Benicia is lovely, but not in that expansive way your territory in Nevada is.
Knowing you are in the world makes me a more courageous person Michael.
🗽