Wow. I’m incredulous how terrible she was. THAT WOMAN IS AS DUMB AS A POST. And that, dear neighbors, is that.
Onward!
Wow. I’m incredulous how terrible she was. THAT WOMAN IS AS DUMB AS A POST. And that, dear neighbors, is that.
Onward!
Could it be any more bizarre? What did we do to deserve this?? Oh yeah, right…
Be that as it may, I say keep your eyes on McCain. Whenever I see a video of the guy, I can’t believe how warped he is from the pressure of all the lying. He needs a new career as a monk, but don’t hold your breath. That sucker’s gonna blow, and the ugly will flow. As for Thursday, I can hardly bear to watch, but I know I have to. It’ll just be more of what we’ve seen so far, and we’re up to personal tragedy level already. This will be excellent for objectifying the invisible, however. Karma-wise, these guys have jumped the megalodon.
(Listen, and you can hear the far-off roaring of the big black whirlpool of God…)
Too dark, pre-occupied, self-critical, and cranky to write much this week. That, and watching McCain disintegrate against the backdrop of the Great Unwinding is so engrossing and entertaining, who has time for anything else?
This is all just amazing. There IS a God, as the saying goes, and she’s winding up for the big pitch. What an astounding time to be alive.
So much going on, inside & outside. What to do? Website revamping in the air. Clients’ sites need attention. My life needs attention. America needs attention. Focus, Juan…
What’s not to like?
First off, not everyone is stupid! In fact, most of us aren’t, and this morning it’s bringing a smile to my face. Not worried about the economy, either. Our way of life is unsustainable: if things are falling apart, that’s why, and they need to fall apart. So let’s run this by again:
Most of us aren’t stupid.
Things are falling apart.
One could say that things are falling apart because most of us aren’t stupid, which is why I’m smiling: this is GOOD NEWS! Now is also a good time to practice not being upset over nasty things that haven’t happened yet. Hard, I grant you, but who wants to go out and buy a 50-pound sack of pinto beans, anyway?!
One thing at a time. Trust the process.
It’s an utterly beautiful pre-autumnal morning here in northern New Mexico — I may actually get a little work done for the first time in 10 days…