How this house of cards eventually comes down scares the hell out of me. I feel that any of us peons are impossible to stop it, so we just have to position ourselves as best as possible. I hope it holds out long enough for me to get the homestead going in Montana…but no gray missile silo for me. Mine will have a garden, and art, and not some stupid Gadsden flag or trumpy bullsh*t out front. Some are welcome.
You know about my hideaway in the Keys. You know who my new neighbor is, who is a very talented guitarist and what, late twenties? He and I have hit it off very well with our his dry humor and my irreverence. He’s surprised to find an old dog like me up this way where so many Trump flags and MAGA hats once flew and were worn. This young man reads books and listens to music which matters on vinyl. So, he’s becoming a dear friend. Tomorrow I shovel him a Bob Dylan book “Chronicles” Vol. 1 so he can take notes on Americana music.
I am pretty much off Twitter now because of Musk. But I still use the DM. I’ll hit you up this weekend to exchange some book ideas I’ve picked up on, and one to avoid from the 60s which I started revisiting.
Someone, somewhere, has got to reinvent a better social media for Web 3.0. What is happening on Twitter has already happened on Fool discussion boards. There has got to be a place for Progressive folks to meet and carry on.
If it weren’t for Trevor Noah and John Oliver, I don’t know that I would be sane any longer with dark comedy. Bill Burr and David Chapelle just aren’t hitting it any longer for me. Trevor and John present better understanding of news than anyone save Frontline, the Guardian, and a few other reputable sources who actually do investigative reporting. The Guardian is always looking for donations. All they have to do is begin accepting Bitcoin, Ethereum or Cardano. If they would give a nod to rebuilding the world for the young, the young will pay them back.
Speaking of which, this young neighbor and I watch the J6 Commission live, but never together. We each think better alone. Then we digest what we viewed. Then he fires off a few texts to me and I to him. We live next to one another, but, we both thrive in our privacy and quiet time to think. He could never find this peace down in Key West. Now he knows what magic is left is in nature and “down time” under the stars. I’ll tell you more later. But the wildlife has brought this young man out of his shell. For sure. That plus the raccoons are educating him as to why you use two bungee cords over the trash can tops, and, he is also learning firsthand why we must outlaw single use plastic bags used at stores all up and down the Keys.
More later in a DM. Razah, my Monster Cat, is demanding a late night wet food snack. I obey my master.
Then charts. Then a new Netflix series. And bed time. Tomorrow, all day, out in the yard, still prepping for hurricanes.