I think I’ll run for mayor of Mudsock. The property tax issue needs adjusted. For one thing, the poor minority neighborhoods need more services so we should shift the tax burden to those neighborhoods.
Yes, that is racist as hell. Even typing it makes me ill.
What is the difference when the mayoral candidate for New York City says he wants to “shift the tax burden to richer and whiter neighborhoods.”?
Racism is wrong no matter what color of skin is being targeted.
Today is confession day.
I have this secret, irrational fear that occurs to me every day. It is unreasonable and, frankly, stupid. This phobia is certainly not debilitating. The notion occurs to me only briefly and I move on.
Every time I go through the laundry room and open the door to the garage I fully expect a black snake to be coiled on the door mat.
I know. I have no idea where this idea comes from. It has haunted me for years. The thing is, I’ve never…knock on wood…seen a snake here in my yard. Bunnies, chipmunks, squirrels, raccoons, foxes, coyotes, yes, so I would not be surprised one was slinking around in the flower beds.
What makes my mind fear one is waiting just outside my door? I don’t know, but I look down every time I go to the garage. Crazy, right?
What secret fear hides in your heart?
It’s hot. I suspect it is hot at your house too. I know why snd it has nothing to do with carbon or ozone or fossil fuels or global climate.
It is summer. It’s all about the tilt of the Earth and the sun.
The grandgirls were simply astounded to learn I lived through summer heat without air conditioning as a kid. “Didn’t you get hot?” The oldest asked.
Yes I did, but no one else I knew had air conditioning either. It just was summer.
My brother and I slept outside in a tent a lot on the summer.
We went to the public pool. We had fun and sweated and life was good. It was just summer. It was hot.
So it goes.
I have stuff going on
Here is a picture of a baby bunny on my patio.
Looks like the war is over and peace — at least temporarily — will reign. Makes the panic and hand wringing a little silly.
A few well placed bombs seem to have pacified the Iranians.
I don’t know if bombing Iran was the right thing. I suspect it was. Heck, we probably should have done it in 1979 and periodically in the intervening years. History will judge.
I do know the hysteria over Trump not coming to Congress first and declaring war is pure partisan rhetoric and a lot of TDS.
Nearly every president, starting with Washington, initiated military action without declaring war. Some of the same Congressmen now shouting foul had nothing to say when Clinton went into the Balkans and Obama bombed Libya.
Give it a rest. Is anyone really on Iran’s side here?
In honor of summer my first novel, Suburban Moon, will be on sale this week. You can grab the e-book version for 67% off the list price. If you prefer to hold my words in your hand there is a paperback version too.
Get yourself a cheap beach book for less than a dollar.
You can get a free e-reader if you don’t have a Kindle.
My second novel, Hoosier Flats, will hopefully be done by fall.
I’m making no promises though.
