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From above, all hurricanes look alike, such as what Burroughs said about supermarkets, swirling tornadic holes in the clouds, A recent picture of what I assumed was hurricane Melissa? showed large birds circling above the eye, and some scientists estimated that the photograph depicted through some sort of ratio analysis, that each bird's wingspan must have been a hundred yards across. Quite a wingspan but it does seem right that like birds that encircle the dead, vultures are taking opportunities offered. Imagine that though. We have entered into a modern version of Greek mythology. If anyone could retrieve all the information accumulated in any one's mind, man or woman, then would we continue to believe in the monolithic, simplistic understanding of who we are. The gods created chaos to ameliorate the calm, for both exist in the eye of the hurricane, from which severity and simplicity are born and die. Sent from my iPad

  Pacific Trade Agreement And all other tariffs included. It’s not complicated, economics that is. If after a trade agreement, a dairy product corporation in another nation can ship a carton of milk halfway across the world and put it on the shelf in your local grocery store for at least an equivalent cost as a similar local product, then something is wrong. It is that something that's wrong that is the problem. Rule #1 if something doesn’t make sense, then do nothing about it but don’t let your nation of choice try and do something about it, either. Rule #2 If something doesn’t make sense, then don’t let someone else who thinks it makes sense try and explain it to you. If you do let them explain it and it still doesn’t make sense but you accept it because you think they should know what they’re talking about, you are suffering from a lack of confidence whereby you will ultimately pay. Rule #3 It's all about money, getting it, making it, and spending it. No one is think...

  Empathy   Maybe it's about time you get some. I have sympathy and i got empathy, too. the fear in the air is palpable blue. Paranoia runs its course in America it's true Like walkin’ down the street hearing people talking to themselves but really, they’re talkin to you.   But I can't get angry anymore over and over, the red white and blue, I’m the matador not the inflamed beast you view It’s not like you don't have my sympathy though I might be screwed up white and regrettably more like you than you’d probably think, or like. I just can't get angry anymore about who's hating who I'm getting old, not that much time to relate, I barely understand my own fate, much less yours by the time I find what I'm looking for I forgot what I wanted it for. I know it's not nineteen sixty-eight, blind revolutionary to the core, I had to relearn a normal life, the red and the black, I had their back, but no one, not even you, can travel th...

Right now, the American constitution is unrecognizable, which I suppose is only a natural effect or affectation of an aging process mixed with a large amount of puffery Botox and the usual American exceptionalism and hubris overtime. The Supreme Court, whether on a strict diet of legal interpretation solely aimed at defining imaginative and magical unlimited powers for the executive branch is saddled like a ridiculous handmaiden to her master, just like congress is. They (Supreme Court) as well as others, mostly the unelected viziers or advisors that awaken the Jabba the Hut like King every day from his intellectual and passionless slumber, confronting him with their daily agenda illustrating this neoliberal process quite well, something I may expand on here in a minute or much later. I'm naive enough, as almost all Americans who have had some real experiences with the democratic processes, such as continually having to vote for the lessor of two very undistinct candidates w...

  Beautiful Exiles by Meg Waite Clayton and The Women by T.C. Boyle These two books illustrate the commonality of great men and the women who love them, in both negative and positive ways/   Them the men they need you. Ernest and Meg,   You two were born like romeo and juliet amongst the divisive rubble and struggle for Spain. Frank Lloyd Wright and Mamah Borthwick Cheney You were the other two born in the panic, there was nothing to come home to except smoke and mirrors. In wars, the great romantics, the swelling pride of it, their work is always so important, so so important and every one of you, mistress or wife, understands that. You nourish his fear like a wet nurse, you bear his desires like an Olympus hero.   He languishes when you aren’t there.   For you are his ghostly inspiration, his spectral muse, He needs you where he can easily find you. Cuba, war, Idaho, war, Cuba, war, the memories of Spain kept you going, together...

Netanyahu must have been drinking that desalinized water. https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/other/sharks-from-species-once-thought-harmless-kill-and-eat snorkeler-in-feeding-frenzy/ar-AA1OWZdz?ocid=socialshare