Welp, here we are. Another Saturday night. Not even two weeks until the election. And it sure as fuck feels like we are the rebel alliance just fucking fighting for our lives and I dunno if this is the battle of hoth or the battle of Yavin. And I need to be clear, it’s not that I think Kamala and all of us are going to lose. I honestly think we have a good chance and might even win big.
It’s that the fear of him winning is so overwhelming that it knocks any positive thoughts right out of my soul.
As a palate cleanser, here is a picture of my trees doing their thing:
Soon the leaves will all be gone and so will I, off to Arizona.
It was a lovely day, today. I see there are some mild repercussions going down at the WaPo, and it’s hard to imagine what can excuse the cowardice. I really wish I knew the answer to fixing our media problem, but I suppose I would start by not letting billionaires own them.
Still working my way through C.B. Strike, and after that I need a new show- something Like CB Strike, Line of Duty, Jack Irish. Any suggestions?



