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June 22, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: June 22, 2025, surprise attack, my eye.
Five years ago today: June 22, 2021, drywall day.
Nine years ago today: June 22, 2017, soy sauce parking.
Random years ago today: June 22, 2012, the ‘skis’, ha-ha.

           Happy Barbarossa Day. It’s probably coincidence, but since USAID has been defunded, a new spectrum of candidates have begun winning Central American elections. Naturally, any who don’t support commie narratives are being called “far-rght”. The Democrat claim was USAID was building schools and hospitals, but so far that is seven elections which have not gone their way. Howie was over for a backyard chat, he’s finally adapted to retirement. It took the required year.
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nbsp;          There’s a little gossip. The lady across the way has been refused a city permit to rebuild the back of her house. It’s really just the kitchen area that has fire damage. It’s shooting up to 94°F today, don’t expect much. The other house across the way has been listed for rent, so the rumor goes. This neighborhood isn’t swank, but expensive enough to keep out the worst. Let me grab some more news with my coffee.
           Here’s Memphis II relaxing in his wee chapel house, happy as usual. He reminded me Greta said the world was supposed to end y’day. I built Howie a special box to hold carburetor parts. He worked a long time on those things so he’ll need a project box to keep things in. And I figure a specialist knows not to work on more than one such device at a time. And what better to keep organized in that circumstance. Everybody likes real boxes. Oh, and I was again complimented on the rustic appearance—see addendum.

           They have locked up the Texas woman who herded goats through Wal*Mart while chugging Margaritas. Most did not know it was a crime. I’ve got most of my battery gear on chargers around the house, I really could use a yard sale. I may have solved the “caramel” aroma stumper. The clinic gave me an antibiotic called Betadine, a topical bactericide for the incision site, which I apply if I know I’ll be working bare-chested in a dusty environment like the shed. It has a slight medicinal whiff until mixed with inevitable Florida perspiration. I only suspect it from y’day, but it makes more logic than anything else. And I do want my red shirt back.
           I am supposed to list my activities, a promise I made myself while stranded in that hospital. That was a time recently when the tiniest effort was something to be proud of. Maybe I will, but instead I had a blast listening to Tampa Commie Radio. They featured a one-hour broadcast gaslighting some local girl sports team who forfeited a game rather than play a team of queers. Complete with paid “callers”, the theme was how the girls embarrassed their coach, home room, and most of the state education system. For they said, the girls were total failures at accepting the realties of how the world had changed. How the school had worked so hard to turn the athletic department into nice people.
           Now, Tampa isn’t without its moments. One slipped right past the censors, I almost spewed my diet root beer in the shed. You see, the SpaceX public offering created 4,400 new millionaires. It was speculated many were plumbers, truck drivers, carpenters, and electricians. So one of them called in to see if this new status automatically made them into the rich so hated by the Democrats, or if they had some form of grace period to adjust.

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Dakota Johnson.
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           A pending storm again threw us some cloud cover, but it stayed dry and I spent a lot of time outside. Well, outside in the shade, nobody wise really stands around in the summer sun. I dug out the sawzall, but cannot find the box with all my spare blades. My plan is to dig out two small linden tree stumps that are in the pathway to the laundry. Howie brought over his weeder and took down most of the grass—except that one spot I’m leaving natural. I call it “Little Texas”.
           My favorite coffee chair makes it easy to set up the laser and keep an eye on it. I’d rate today average on my energy scale, so after siesta (I really did nap this time) I worked in the shed until 8:30PM, which is dusk. I have a plan to test a way for the printing to stand out on dark wood finishes. I saw various how-to clips of people making pieces out of crazy glue and baking soda. My plan is similar. I will combine two factors to see the results. And it is something new and different, and for me anything beats sitting around. So, let’s experiment.

           This is my idea. If you look at the logo burned into the wood piece, you may notice it bites into the wood. This can be enhanced by running the laser for two, sometimes three passes. After than, the beam gets a bit unfocused. The first part of the problem is that the laser burn in one dark color. If I stain the wood or yagasuki it, the logo no longer stands out. I immediately thought to fill in the lettering with a light-colored compound. And the baking soda came to mine—but I did not care for how the compound had to be scraped and shaved. Once set, it becomes hard and brittle.
           Then it hit me. Water Putty. The container, shown here, says “sticks, stays put – will not shrink”. What do you think? It dries to a pale yellow. I won’t do this today, it is already past 11:00PM and I want a chance to read the fine print, maybe look at this stuff on-line. The container says it can be molded and painted, but can it be mixed with color? On-line, apparently nobody knows.

           Canada’s departure tax has how hit 50%, but just you try to get that information in clear understandable form. This is the tax you pay if you leave Canada go live elsewhere. It is deemed that you have sold all your assets and property at market value. There is no getting around it. It cannot gifted, inherited, registered, incorporated, or disguised in any way—and even if you succeed, there is a law against that, too.
           I warned my Elliott, the inventor guy from British Columbia that this was on the way in 1995. Like a true Canadian, he guffawed that could never happen in a country as free and nearly perfect as Canada. We had a falling out some years ago, so I don’t know how he’s doing, but he’s aware I was the one who warned him to get out of that shit-hole 30 years ago. He did not listen. He always talked about retiring on an island in the Channel, and probably could afford it having lived in his parent’s basement his whole life. Well Captain Canada, not no more.
           Meanwhile, the rest of the country is boiling with hatred of some sort, my guess is the eastern politics. It’s a trend I attribute to Trump, not a single socialist cause has advanced since he defunded USAID. Not one left-wing candidate in the entire Americas has [since] been elected. Coincidence? Perhaps.

ADDENDUM
           It’s been just over year since the Z-box design, without a single sale. But look what we’ve learned, and that brings me to reporting the compliments. Today was even better, in the sense the party went on to say they did not like the fancier boxes. (They hooted when I reflexively referred to that as the ‘Elvis finish’. In my best conversational style, I’ll write down what I’ve learned that makes the boxes rustic. By no means does today’s box get that way by itself.
           There are distinct differences in the boxes a year apart that do not result from the original design, in fact, I use the same jigs. They are hanging on nails in the cutting shed and have never been modified, but it now takes four jigs instead of two. These encompass both cutting and drilling. The other contributing factors are, including some I’ve recorded before, the selection and cutting of lumber. It must average 11% moisture but not less than 10%.

           Each piece is now hand-selected. And each box is made from one picket for color and dimensional consistency. The board must be cut within four days of purchase, and must be fastened within a day of being cut or you will get cupping. Boxes longer than six inches must be stapled, not pinned, and the corner joints must be glued. Most lumber has a good and a bad side, the good side faces outward.
           The wood is also selected for grain that runs long and parallel. There is no wrap-around or “waterfall” effect, but this is the stage where the logo is etched, so be careful what is out and up. The pieces have to be carefully matched up to achieve the best and most consistent effect.
           A certain amount of cupping is expected, but the wood rarely warps or twists. I now use clamps to force the wood into shape, but move fast and you don’t have to wrestle with it. I’m watching “Flyboys” in sections now, for like many “TV” movies, I’ve seen parts of it when I came in to start my gigs (in the old days, which was usually around 8:00PM), so that’s around half-way through what is called prime time. I guess it follows I'd see that part of many movies.

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June 21, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: June 21, 2025, priceless.
Five years ago today: June 21, 2021, they think it’s normal . . .
Nine years ago today: June 21, 2017, it’s representative.
Random years ago today: June 21, 2008, a cute little bulldozer . . .

           Happy summer solstice, longest day of the year and first day of summer. The sun is highest in the sky around this afternoon, then begins sinking south again. I never based much on pyramids and Stonehenge noticing this event. I mean, it’s not like they had the option of kicking back and listening to their Maroon 5 collections all day. One thing I do like primitive around here is my food, so I commenced to baking some sausage pie and carrots. There, I mentioned food, and the carrots are boiling on the stove even as we speak. What fun times will today bring? If I was smart, I’d take the day off and build, let me think, I know! Some boxes.

           Aha, something interesting. Using aerial surveys and A.I., prospectors are taking another look at abandoned gold mines in the Wyoming area. The gear and technique is said to map potential gold seams up to 400 feet deep. The contention is the miners never knew how close they were to striking it rich. In other news, my marketing manager has been permanently barred from the old club for fighting with the staff. I told you India was a tough cookie.

           This morning was not meant to be, I got progressively more tired instead of waking up, so I obeyed the signs. Back in the sack to read, this time more history. Now even less, as I woke up past 4:00PM. Am I healing or vegetating? Don’t know, so I peeled and boiled a pot of carrots to give the vegetate-side a head start. What doesn’t get eaten today gets pickled. Your daily highlight from the blog that dares. Unable to get un-sleepy, I’m due for any movie I can find in the next five minutes. Quick, name one more blog where you can read about carrots and celestial navigation on an equal footing? Where the author documents guitar players and any changes in his porridge diet?
           How about those interviews with Europeans who first visited America for the week’s big sport event, probably soccer? The ones most viral show up on my list and these are something to behold. What strikes them most? The huge disparity between reality and what their European media has been telling them for decades. They expected to see the Wild West, with shootings and riots on every street. They were stunned walking down streets in safety and at the abundance of things they were brainwashed as scarce. Like the Belgian holding up a 100-lb bag of sugar in disbelief. Or the Frenchman shocked at the size of Texas BBQ helpings.

           They are also stunned by nobody carrying guns, which is what they were taught to expect. One guy summed it up, that while we had rockets and oil, American croissants are a crime against humanity. He must immigrate here to save our breakfasts. He toured a bakery and says after that he wants to bring his own with him. The same amateur video says that some people can barely taste Swiss cheese unless they sniff pepper first. Makes sense in a way.

           What’s that racket? Mrs. Red, the birdbath timed out and she wants her afternoon shower. I missed another good day but the fact is I’m around to miss them. I’ll make you a deal, if it drops to near 80°F when the Sun moves along, I will at least go out to the shed and flick on the lights. Everything here is electric and it all works. Yes, I’m aware rates are going up again, but that is a budget item so we’ll have it as long as it is available. Not like California. And here’s a Vivitar glitch—white balance. See it dance around changing color intensity by itself. The contraction does that and cannot be adjusted.
           I’ve been noodling more with Hendrix’s old “Red House”. What is it with musicians and prostitutes. I became a musician partly so I would never have to resort to that and I never have. The recording is another studio overdub, that is, spots where there are two bass lines, always played by a guitarist with all the accompanying foibles. Normally Blues has distinct turnarounds so they are not adaptable to my someday-to-be-famous four-octave walkdowns but what have we here? If I ignore certain rules, three of every four notes is part of the pentatonic. Hmmmm.
Later, nope, four octaves won’t fit. Hey, but I tried.

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Inside a data center.
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           It was impossible to shake this disagreeable tiredness, so I also restudied some sextant lore, as my plastic piece has been knocked out of whack. Everything that moves on it seems adjustable, I’ve just been husbanding all my energy for the work shed. I’m precariously low on coffee, but the sextant gets a look this afternoon. Later, here is a view of the sextant, still in perfect shape—except for lack of a decent carry case. Here I’m testing to see if it fits nicely inside a standard size. No such luck, it needs a custom fit. But see that box? Don’t you just hate it when you stain and finish a utility box and it turns out much too nice for that task?

           Anyway, when I decided to learn some navigation basics with the sextant, I didn’t know it would take ten years just to get this far. The world knew I would not sit all day, that I’d make it far as the shed. It was slow after that but I like my shed.. I finally wound up half destroying the oscillating saw to discover it was the well-buried switch. It can be put back in service, but with a new power switch that kind of makes it a bench tool. I also know exactly how those electric motors how work, it is an 1890 design, just with more rings.
           There may be a video nearby of this switch, showing a common problem with today’s non-Sears tools. This switch is a very common type produced by the zillions. It tests okay, shown here on the bench, but fails completely when installed back in the tool. The tool is now hard-wired and operated by plugging it in. Saves forty bucks and dealing with Harbor Freight whose biggest customer complaint is, as I predicted around ten years ago—their asshole return policy which involves scanning your driver’s license. A lose-lose scenario. It’s a lousy video, but you can see the test.

           Then we cut some small pieces for Memphis II. He’s go too many chips and missing wing tips to not have his own tiny house. Another trick of the trade with the fence pickets is not to cut them until momentarily before they get used. They will cup and I just had that happen with a beautiful set. They are still usable, as I’ve learned how to position them during assembly to cut them back into shape. But it is extra work and I’m kind of past the point of doing much of that.
           Last evening I also stopped at the old club to visit. It’s dead enough in there nowadays to do that, sad to say. That is also the staff that gets to review my latest projects because they have the most experience at it. This attracts interest, due to the fact it is handily the most interesting thing that ever happens there any more. There you have it, many people really like the design. (What’s lacking is cash offers.) And some day soon I just know somebody will tell me once to often it is way better than they can build anything comparable by themselves. If that is so, trust me when I say 90% of it is raw hand-on experience. So get off your haunches.

           Knowing I’d stay put inside, I brought in some laser work and discovered another limitation of the tool. It does not like to run even semi-continuously. No more than 8 minutes out of every 10 or it will self-shut down. It has done an admirable job for what is more of a toy (now that I know). The stated print area is wishful thinking, it will not print to the edge of the monitor display. And if anything stalls or interrupts a print job, it cannot be restarted. The function of the “continue” icon remains a mystery. You cannot wait for a cool-down and resume, the print is all or nothing. If it quits on you 80% done, you cannot edit the file to print just the last 20%. No matter how careful you are, it will never line up again.

           And a quirk (once again not mentioned in the literature) is the laser beam itself is meant to be focus for a shallow burn into the substrate surface but what about it getting there. A tiny exhaust fan sometimes allows smoke to fill the cavity momentarily. It was with interest I watched this effect which would normally be considered a bother. I’ve noticed something, which I am now testing, it is probably nothing, but the laser beam rides just over two inches from the surface when focused. That is enough for the beam itself to cool. That is, too close is out of focus, but it is also considerably hotter. Did you military types get that, or is this classified information of sorts? Relax, no Iranians in the room. No Taylor either, but that’s another story.
           The movie I chose is “Flyboys”, more than two yours long. But so far, extremely well-researched and the equipment is fantastically reproduced. More than impressive. Mars, the M&M people, in keeping with recent backlash against artificial additives, is dropping two colors. Blue and brown. Have you heard of Bentley’s Law? I hope it’s true, requiring drunk drivers who kill a parent to pay child support.
           But at the same time, there are too many instances of people snagged when drunk because other people hit them. Most people I know caught driving without insurance were hit by other vehicles.

ADDENDUM
           If “hospital” views make you queasy, skip this section. I do not know how self-dissolving sutures work in every case. I don’t publish many “biology” pics. This one had to be shown. I was informed the sutures had been removed after around day 90, there was no mention of any remaining. But there are, they were subcutaneous, and are slowly working their way to the surface. I could tell something was there but suspected nothing as everything was done under the eye of a specialist who took extra care in my case. For that matter, so did the entire hospital staff. I guess they do not often see a patient who writes so much.
           Here is the photo, which I would explain a bit. This is not good photography, but better shots did not reveal as much. This is by an old piece of equipment that only displays on screen, the resolution is terrible. But if I had not unmindfully turned the magnification dial to maximum, I would have missed this. This is at full power, which I believe on that old unit is around 920x. The field is so shallow I could not sharpen what you see here. There are artifacts and dust spots on the lens, the cover cap is long since lost, so you take what you can get.
           But you can see plenty of detail that counts. I’ve labeled what’s recognizable. The upper left shows the sliced off end and that is the tiny piece that was formerly buried to that level flush with the skin surface. This was mighty fine work, possibly done by some instrument. Yes, the red spots are blood, both dark coagulated and tiny pale tinges as the exit site resembles a small mosquito bite.
           This object is unbelievably tiny but I could tell there was something there. I see it was the larger knot and I can perceive five more present, or at least five more. So it takes months for these to work their way loose. All are [by day #144] well out of any deep tissue and in the skin layer. As such, they are harmlessly surfacing, though I would have liked to have been told the gory details Judging by my degree of discomfort, at some point there were around twelve of these.
           I expect to replace the camera in the next 30 days, something with video capabilities. Oh, and if you notice all those strategically placed “How much longer” posts on social media, that’s me.

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June 20, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: June 20, 2025, hand-picked.
Five years ago today: June 20, 2021, around $14,000 each.
Nine years ago today: June 20, 2017, early stain exploring.
Random years ago today: June 20, 2010, yeah, potatoes.

           Why is this day marked on my calendar with no notes? This and other great mysteries for today. Check the news, Tennessee has passed a Castle Law, you get to shoot people who don’t respect your life and property. It says here the global market for mirrors is $122 billion per year. No comment. More posts on-line about living in Thailand, although it really isn’t there anymore. I have not been there since around 1986, but the signs of international decay were already rife in every city. Men who consider consorting with prostitutes as normal will always be a majority. Most of them don’t really have any choice if they want variety.

           Alas, I wasted a beauty of a morning mostly reading. If you have twenty minutes to stare at confusion, here is a link to celestial navigation video concerning the LOP, or line of position, aspect I’m studying, slowly. It kind of explains why I left using the stars until last. This photo shows two hand tools with what I am hoping are identical as to the drive systems. One is rotary, the other is oscillating. The only difference that seems to matter is the metal heads screwed onto the housing. Please make them interchangeable.

           Too busy to start that project, I have some potential news. I knew there was a reason the people across the way could afford to mess around with that house for a year—I heard them arguing today. She does not want to move it, and that is that. Ain’t nobody that rich around here so I asked the neighbor. Seems the whole area knew, but then again, I’ve spend three of the past six months kind of in isolation.

           Sadly, the neighbor is not well. He usually paints. So, his place is with paintings like mine is with boxes. They are kind of everywhere. I just would not have the patience to paint. That does not apply to photography; just this week I purged 66,000 photographs, mostly backup copies from my storage. Once I’ve uploaded a photo even once, I keep only one backup, why bother with archiving more?

           Trump is now purposely teasing the Democrats and they are reacting like brats. One of their number has been arrested for polluting the reflecting pool. I had talk radio in the shed half the day and most radio is still left-wing. As in Israeli attack headlines but no mention it was in retaliation for a rocket attack. The Iranians are up to their old trick, signing peace treaties up front and funding terrorists out back.
           It looks like somebody is finally addressing the problem of illegals on welfare, in this case, Section 8 housing. No more leaving the citizenship line blank and collecting. I hope million get kicked off, I’ve been waiting a lifetime for that.

Picture of the day.
Navajo mental hospital.
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           A light cloud cover cooled it enough to get me out in the shed, where I didn’t really build boxes. I more improved, repaired, and put lids on boxes. Still wondering what happened to my green paint, I stayed in the shed until 5:00PM. I was not ambitious, rather caught in a downpour we all knew was coming. This also means I went without coffee all afternoon, so stay alert for flying objects. Oh, and I ran a load of laundry with another problem. That burnt caramel “hospital” niff remains. I don’t mind socks and underwear, but this time I unwittingly put my favorite red shirt in the hamper. Dang, I was going to wear that tonight .

           No way I’ll send you along without some more box-making video. This is the latest in generic boxes with el-cheapo plywood lids. For general storage, the lids are what makes them suitable for short-range transportation. In this instance, the box is for instrument and speaker cables, it will have a rope handle.

           Not shown is the relative ease these lids can be applied to existing boxes. But the hardware remains a real time-consumer. It [installation] can take as long as build the whole unit to custom-fit each hinge set, in this case these are strap hinges. That is, supposedly one of the easiest installs.
           On-line is no help, as most of them say the first step is to lay out the hinges and mark the positions—duh. There is also another picture, this shows two partial cuts with my fancy battery jig saw. Problem, the reason you see this is because both my 20V batteries seem to either not like that saw, or are not holding a charge. I suspect the tool, as the batteries die after the short cuts you see here, yet have been recharged only 66 and 140 times (out of a projected lifespan of 400 to 500) each respectively. And a replacement set is now $150.

           No red threads. So instead I donned my green shirt (these are important facts to many historians) and headed over to Kooters. The one big thing to report is the place was packed. They had live country entertainment and I’ve already had enough to say about that along Highway 17. Standing room only, somebody is either thinking or listening to me. I drive right past the other three establishments to get there, and they were all Deadsville.

           Finally, I get to hear Jack, the new guitar player who is a popular hit in the place. How could he get in so well and so fast and a dozen other questions, like why have I never heard of the guy? I have a lot of answers, but let me go grab a coffee, you see, it is already tomorrow morning. You can jump around with time lines like that when you own the blog, type of thing. Who is the guy? We don’t know, turns out he just moved to town three months ago.
           He is in the same style as Ray-B, who has disappeared since he got the new girlfriend, what, eight months ago already? He strums excellently and is precisely the type of guitarist I am looking for—except I need somebody not quite keen enough to solo, or they will go do that. I noticed his material was about half obscure tunes. So I waited for a break and talked to the guy for around four minutes. Plenty of time.

           He is self-taught and very interested in forming a band—he means a full band. His presentation was getting weaker toward the end, which happens when you run short of material. It would appear my background is something he knows is musically useful. I picked up on this and gave him my contact info, which he enthusiastically said he would call. I do not give phone numbers just like that, so we’ll see. Always leave it up to the guitarist to initiate contact.
           Of the tunes I recognized, I’ve played every one of them from “Stand By Me” to “Tight-Fittin’ Jeans”. He knows a drummer (who doesn’t) and listened closely when I described that I did all homework on my own time and yes, since he asked, I would learn enough tunes to stand in with him for a set. Move fast, before the Florida rot corrupts his act.

ADDENDUM
           The fun comment section today concerns the news half-story about a car that crashed into a house, upon which the homeowner shot the driver dead. I definitely side with the owner on that one. Rumors abound they were neighbors in a dispute, a case of lost control, or medical conditions—all missing the other side of the story which is the possible motive. Anyway, here are some of my favorite replies:

√ It’s like the damn apocalypse out here now
√ That was quick justice.
√ It's weird and missing important elements.
√ You may not drive into people's houses without repercussions fool
√ I will reconsider crashing through houses with my car. I had no idea it was dangerous.
√ The guy was a little but upset about having a car driven into his living room. I don't blame him.
√ Fake news withholding information about the ramming.
√ Someone drives a car into my house they're definitely getting Glocked.
√ You can’t park here.
√ He got what he deserved. Why drive like that,
√ The media trying to cover up the attempted murder by the driver.
√ No one is illegal in a stolen living room

           There is a huge margin for misinterpretation here. But if there was mitigating factors, the media neglected to mention so—but they had plenty of time to point out the dead guy was a grandfather. My stance has little to do with this affair, rather that the rate at which Americans “lose control” of their vehicles is phenomenal compared to other countries, Right there something hugely funny is going on. Then add to that how they manage to broadside people’s houses, the odd are staggering. I’d sooner believe a California vote-count.
           And get a load of Biden playing the dementia card. He’s appearing at selected events where Jill leaves him alone to go into his lost act. Biden knows what’s coming and he’s worried. The old maxim of accusing your enemy of what you are doing has been evoked by the Hildebeest. America loves it when Democrats get caught in their own trap. Her plan was always to orchestrate public violence, label it insurrection, and declare martial law. Well, now she is claiming she feels locked in her own house and it is Trump seeking the New World Order.

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June 19, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: June 19, 2025, it automatically unlocks.
Five years ago today: June 19, 2021, you ‘evidence-seekers’.
Nine years ago today: June 19, 2017, easier to sing.
Random years ago today: June 19, 2004, says he was buying.

           “Good morning, you’re on the Shopper.” Station Bartow was clear this morning, so I listened to one of those classics—people call in to sell things. I was amused by these shows as a lad because most of the callers are hicks. The Internet has ramped up this disparity to hysterical, truly side-splitting priceless comedy. Back in the day when it was called “Trade-io”, I actually heard that broadcast of kid who called in to sell a washer, dryer, and dining room set. Finally, the DJ asked him how he got all this stuff and the kid said, “I don’t care, I’m getting that motorcycle.”

           I put on the coffee and spent the early morning applying poly. I’ve learned to live with the streaks and that “fast-drying” means in the can overnight. Here’s some ill-aimed camera footage of the excitement, as I was using the time (around two hours) to brood over this new guitar situation. Has anyone ever totaled the number of false starts I’ve endured? Y’know, I’m aware that the other side could say the same because I’ve talked to them. Fact is, most of them do not realize how much time they’ve wasted not bending a bit for the sake of getting out there.

           For me, it was age, not ability that did me in. The new guy, Ricko, has been a disappointment for rehearsal and new material, but let’s get out the balance scale. He always calls, he admits when he can’t or didn’t practice, and I was content with his abilities when he jammed along to my material. (Bearing in mind my list is simplistic due to lack of contact with decent rhythm players.) He has the musical ability and there is no doubt he’s been on stage and been a front man. To a degree, at least, he’s worked a room. Makes sense, he is kind of funny looking, large ears. Myself, I’m about as generic as they make them.
           My short-range plan is we should rehearse here as often as he can make it, but be prepared to both practice and play in his vicinity. His reaction to “rhythm bass” is very positive, I speculate he’s never heard arranged duo music before. My kitchen is now aromatic with poly fumes, and this was one great way to spend a Friday morning. It prevents that attitude that you get so old nobody cares about you any more, the one [attitude] caused by doing nothing all day.

           Ha, that police guy who gave out dog poop sandwiches to the homeless is in the news again. Don’t get me wrong, that was stupid, but at the same time I personally know what must be done and what it takes to not become homeless. So don’t expect a lot of empathy from me toward those who cannot be bothered to make the effort. Did you see the 99 tiny houses that millionaire built for the homeless? He did exactly the wrong thing building the houses next to each other. Now they can spend 100% of their welfare money on getting high instead of getting out.
           Don’t argue with me, I’ve been there. I know first hand the power these people exert to drag back anybody who tries to escape their ranks. The last thing they want is an example of how it is done. And how about those Chinese military planes? They seem to be flaming out a mite too often. Engine failure, I was surprised to learn (from youTube) that these are not entirely Chinese. They are a Chinese copy of an older Russian model which is a knock-off of an even earlier British design.
           I’ll tell you what else is catching fire a lot—churches up in the Somali-states, particularly Minnesota. Just churches, never mosques or synagogues. The Arkansas governor announces big gains in test scores after schools quit teaching race and gender theories and switch back to basics.

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Lexington Opera House.
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           The shed was cooler than the kitchen, so I puttered. Built a storage case for my jigsaw. That’s the saw that everyone on-line can cut perfect curves except me. There are two large fans and as long as you waste little time moving between them, the work area stays comfortable. I foolishly removed the router guide and now can’t find it. So I stained some wood and tidied up. I might just get this place shipshape again.

           Have you seen enough boxes this week? Hopefully not, as I’m build a couple more, including my first dedicated specifically to storing USB cables. While model C is pretty much the standard, I tend to keep equipment in service for as long as it works. As the afternoon [heat] index passed 105°F, I got inside with my most active hobby, Here is a spread of boxes that got attention today. This is not all of them just what fits on this small work table. I had still have the radio on the Bartow hick station, quite amusing.
           You see, some of the callers have been around forty years and know the ropes better than the DJ. Like they know you can’t well guns, pets, or livestock, but they know you can ask to buy them, duh. There are seven boxes in this view, icluding the two ebony trials, only one has poly shown here. Staining is done in batches, just one of my habits.

           Until then, how about an old movie, I’ll choose “Tango and Cash”, and coffee instead of popcorn. Call it a day, and just in time. Small gout attack, right heel. So, I sat down and watched some nostalgia videos, mostly youTube. I was astonished then as now how many people had unimaginable head starts in life and did nothing with it. Women were better looking fifty years ago, across all age brackets. I see by 1970, color photography was not yet well-established. I still believe “middle class” is a definition of parents, not families, whose children could be borderline destitute.
           Then pictures of Woodstock, if people asked why I was not there, I would point to those thousands of hippie vans. These things cost money that I would not have available for another twelve or thirteen years. I like the courtroom movie scene where they plead guilty and the judge asks if they do so of their own free will. Right, free will to get 18 months instead of 25 to life.

          The real feel out there was 108°F, with the actual hovering around 98°F. I have some ba news, the house across the way finally had the owners show up. They bought the place with a government grant, so they are there to stay. It is rarely the neighbors who cause the trouble, it is who their teenage offspring bring home. There goes the neighborhood, but it is also a place where everybody is on the lookout. I’m not saying it is wrong, I’m saying it is not a good development.
           Some famous bass player died and I never heard of the guy. He is band had a hit around 1990 that I also never heard. Am I living in a vacuum? I listened to the “hit” and it would not have impressed me at any time, sounding like a movie track. They are a gospel band from Texas that relocated to Nashville, and I still never heard of them. So much for the impact of TV. Most of the bands I ever played in could not move across town, much less relocate to Tennessee. I gave a listen to their other hits, billed as alternative rock. They don’t rock at all, this Sixpence band. But it gets me he was just 50, had a stroke, and didn’t last a week.

           In an ultimate, for me, display of old-age laziness, I’m investing in one of those springy grabbers for my work station. I’ve neglected updating the budget sheet because I know this unprecedented stretch of inactivity through all of May has me several hundred dollars ahead, even after that $508 trip to Miami, of which $192 was gasoline.

ADDENDUM

           What gives? I notice that there is a pattern on my chest that matches my discomfort. So I looked very closely at those spots. They are spots. And I notice something. They don’t feel like the other spots that are healing. I’m sure the doc said last month they had removed all the stitches. But I can still feel something in there. He said something about self-dissolving type but that I did not have any. At least that’s what I heard. The spots that are slow to heal are all identical, the others are not.
           My hands and chest are still very dry, which seemed an immediate after effect of that anesthetic again. No, it does not help to use moisturizer, which makes things feel greasy. Another after effect, small moles that appeared at the catheter sites.
           This is a picture of grit. This got my attention because it is pink and that is not common in the mine tailings near here. The dark splotch has striations that match the pink grain. I seem to have gotten covered with this from the shed. If it is worth anything, let me know. Pink molybdenum or something.

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June 18, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: June 18, 2025, there’s always Muxia.
Five years ago today: June 18, 2021, everything except viruses.
Nine years ago today: June 18, 2017, the $177 vacation.
Random years ago today: June 18, 2001, it wasn’t working.

           Day 141 and I awoke feeling right, which pretty much means feeling normal these days. Not at all wasted from y’day, which seemed like a bland stretch of moving some wood. For me, it was a milestone, so there. The raccoon gets more pie crust and the birdies can shower all day, it will be another broiler. And I intend to get the most of it. We got us some fresh wood and an early start on breakfast: sausage sandwiches and coffee. I looked at box designs a bit on-line, but nothing we have not seen or built here already. To set the pace for today, here is a dandy scene of lichen growing on my mailbox.

           Kerpow! The crew across the way dropped something heavy enough to wake the neighborhood, so let’s begin by playing some bass—the new guy’s song list even if he doesn’t pan out. He’s good enough, but not equipped with the non-music gear to get underway. You cannot play in a serious band around here without a reliable all-weather vehicle. I picked up my bass and fell into a two minute sneezing fit. I better not be allergic to my axe, I’ll check for ticks.

           I got into playing and looked up. It is already 10:30AM. Now that is a good start. Let’s go make some sawdust. I do not have a lot for you these days, I’m very aware of that. These are not thrilling days for me either, but I just talked to the guitar player on the phone. He does keep in touch and has almost enough motivation, but as mentioned, he’s older than he admits. There is another element keeping him in good stead—he has successfully started bands before. This is a vague distinction. My clues are a subtle difference between “He doesn’t complain about the right things”, and “He complains about the wrong things.”
           This is why folks like the Hippie have plenty of band-forming effort, but none of it long-term successful, yet the same could be said about myself. However, I’ve had regular-playing bands that lasted years. I was with the Hippie close to eight years, but not one played regular enough to make the game worth the candle. They each seem to be good at one thing only, and even that means only good by Florida standards.

           One of my favorite tools, this oscillating saw, quit on me. It is marked 2023 and has been properly stored. I removed an access cover and checked, the carbons are good. I’ll have a go at it, I have another but where is it stored? See, if it was in a wooden box, I’d find it right away.
           Later, I had the saw apart on the bench, it seems to be the off-on switch. It is the old style motor with springy commutator carbons, which I flipped around. I may cut the entire plastic switch assembly out and hard-wire this one. You know those hand-help electric probes that trace wires that are hot? I sometimes power down my phone overnight. Well, just now I set the probe down next to the supposedly dormant phone . . . .

           To keep up this hectic pace, ha-ha, I also noticed and want the screws in the wooden bed parts which are very high quality, I’ll grab what I can. I’m feeling my old self for the first time this year, it will be a fun day. I’ll even leave the air conditioner on all day. Thrillsville. Nope. The trash man is always late until the time you want him to be. The lumber was gone by sunup. Straight to the shed, I put a couple small boxes together from the slats, they’re okay. I’m spoiled I now wanting a wooden box for everything. And today I tried some ebony stain. Too dark for etching, but one it dries it is not back at all. I have a wasp nest in the lean-to that’s taking forever, which is good as my can of spray went dead on me and I’ve forgotten every damn time I was downtown.
           Nearing noon and 94°F at 61% humidity, not as bad as y’day, but don’t go out there unless you know what you are doing. Trust me, you probably don’t. There’s been a heat warning since 11:00AM and enough cloud blowing past that it is not going to rain. Fry, people, fry. Here’s some views of the boxes I tried.Oops, no pictures. But you can search high and low and not find another blog that dares to feature both lichen and tool repair.

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Seven-in-a-row Bingo.
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           Inside for a break, I grabbed the news. Trump has warned States to clean up their leaky unemployment programs or get cut off. The housing market has stalled, I have not got a single hit on my search profile for months. I threw this small box together using the half-size jig to see and was not impressed. The wood is very brittle and chips easily. This “pencil box” is about all it is good for until we think of something. I was more interested in the bigger slats and once more, used the half jig. There is a method to that, for example the half jig makes a box out of 24” board.

           These sessions are no longer therapy, but regular activity again. I sometimes reminisce, sine I was almost reduced to only that, and to day I was reminded of a boy scout trip. I told you about that one, the eight slices of cherry pie. One part I likely never said was what I learned that day because I got in trouble over it. There were eight of us in the troop, all rich kids except me.

           The troop stopped for pie before the long trip home and you are asking how that spelled trouble. I was also the only scout who had a job, a paper route. I saw nothing wrong with spending the money I earned myself without asking permission. I learned that day none of the rich kids had any money on them and were totally reliant on being told what to do when they did. It did not take long before the gossip mill swung into action—that I knew how to read a menu and order food off it without adult supervision. Whoa, did I have some explaining to do. It was as bad as the time I thoughtlessly put vinegar on my fries. What a radical I was.

           At first I didn’t care for the ebony stain. Here is a generic box from the slat wood, the idea was to test some poly on this. But a late afternoon siesta put me out until 8:00PM, good news if this means the end of my hospital sleep cycle. The guitar player called, saying the weekend is open, but again I dislike slating anything on potential gig days. Hey, unlike the Hippie, at least tis new guy is aware other people have lives and schedules. Maybe the Hippie knew but could not imagine anybody else’s priorities rivaling his own.

           Seeking to replace my Tailgater bass amp, I found a new generation of absolute crap that typifies the mess of the Internet these days I want something I can recharge and play for 5 or six hours, like my present unit did when new. The millennials have put in considerable resources to obfuscate the lines between portable, battery, cordless, rechargeable, and a new contender, the power bank. This is in addition to their scumbag tactic of listing the weight without the bulky wal wart, although admittedly they kind of inherited that one.
           Ad after ad, each one crafted to hide or disguise the shortcoming. We are talking truly expensive presentations with professional models, often purposely posing in front of the exact panel they know you want to see. Equally disturbing is how the already-suspect user reviews now follow suit. These amateurs are real scumbags when it comes to respecting search criteria. I specified cordless rechargeable to no avail. Remember that AUX jack where you could plug in any “headphone” jack and play along? Well, it is now called the OTG port by these genius-inspired GenX types. It requires you hunt around for a USB-C cable and you are supposed to know it means “on-the-go”. Millennial America does not just demand you be stupid, but to fit in, you must be the same stupid as everybody else.

ADDENDUM
           For the first time in US history, a pound of beef sells for more than Federal hourly minimum wage ($7.25/hr). Bezos, the millionaire who bought the Washington Post, has fired 300 people. He says they won’t listen. Employees at his other companies listen. While half of US adults use ChatBot, less than 1/6 think A.I. will bring any benefit. A “migrant” threw a 3-year-old White child into an alligator pit in England. The zoo owner’s wife jumped in and saved him. How much longer, England? The antifa thugs who poured toxic algae into the Reflecting Pool could get 20 years.

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June 17, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: June 17, 2025, north of Mongolia.
Five years ago today: June 17, 2021, great American IQ die-off.
Nine years ago today: June 17, 2017, exactly 56 miles.
Random years ago today: June 17, 2004, five monks.

           We are on the verge of a storm that may never happen, but the Florida-wise know better than to start any big outdoor projects. I decided to shuffle over to the pile left by the neighbor for a closer look. Two solid wood wood, that is, not particle board. With my bad eye on the horizon I tested myself to the limit salvaging every useable piece. Here are around 20 slats destined to become tote boxes. They are strung together and me with no scissors.

           Years ago Ii developed a method to make my written words anonymous. Today, I use it for a different reason. I thought you might find this amusing. Take something you typed and use translation software to change it to any non-Latin language, then use different software to swap it back. Now compare the two versions to reveal two shockers. One, the very best translators in the world are not very good with English, and all on-line translation apps, especially Google, have an anit-White stance whenever they can.
           Nowadays I run headlines and/or first paragraphs through the process. There is something systematically funny going on in Europe. From total pro-immigrant propaganda to a more “maybe this wasn’t such a good idea” position. Somebody is planning on mass expulsions and they have been very careful to stay quiet so far. Good morning, we had apple pie for breakfast. No word from the guitar player, who last week discovered it is still work to play in a band.
           Then some smart aleck posted on like how all 15 COVID-vax related complications (speech impediment, asthma, chronic itching, short attention span) were identical to 1970s pre-faggot behavior. Complete with photos, statistics and case histories. While I have you all interested in salvaged wooden slats, here’s a challenge for you. The decorative head and foot boards had mating pieces stain a nice dark finish you can see here. They are not quite suitable for boxes, although I’ll try, and not strong enough for much else. If you can come up with something, leave a comment. I have nothing to match that color, so try to think of an integral product.

           I called it right on the new guitarist. The guy has nothing and is in no position to take on the added chore of working up a band. I’ve repeatedly stressed how playing in even the lightest-duty band is akin to a part-time job. Even an already-working duo is going to take up four hours per week, gigging or not. It’s like scuba diving, a few hours does not sound like much—until you try it. I have him an easy out, saying practice today is canceled because I have gear torn apart in my kitchen. Mostly true.
           It would seem it is his girlfriend pushing him to get into any diverson, which makes sense now. Also, I was dismayed at how little skill the guy exhibited to everyday problems, just little things like bending the prongs or tilting the unit backwards. He finally admits his only vehicle is that motorcycle and I know and it is monsoon season again. In fact, y’day a real growler just missed here by a couple miles and he’d have been stranded. The twist is that I now have 12 new tunes in my vocabulary and nobody to practice them with unless I head over there.
           Here’s one for you. The thousands of Brit fans who came to the USA for the sports game say they don’t want to leave. They don’t feel safe in England and are not allowed to wave their flag in pubs. I’m not laughing, honest sort of.

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Miley Cyrus at 33.
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           In over two hours, I tested myself and the result is failure for output, but reasonable for overall health. The sky cleared and I dismantled the lumber in the oppressive afternoon heat, with humidity at 86%. I guarantee you would not like it. But it felt nice across my back and, what’s the word, hale on my chest. My ten or so trips across the yard were embarrassingly slow but I did not have to stop for breaks. I estimate the total distance was a half-mile, so don’t write me off just yet.

           I worked myself to a standstill on purpose. The house across the way is still full of workers most days. I think maybe some larger renovation company is sending over a crew whenever there are slack times otherwise. They seem to have unlimited tools and materials. And vocabularies to match.
           You know the old quad box electric outlets? This is my wooden version. This one is designed for one switch and one duplex outlet. There is a GFCI, but it is located well away on the plug end. This model is not waterproof and will have a rope carry handle. The metal and electrical parts are exposed, but they are recessed below the rim of the container. No nonsense.

           I ate half an apple pie at noon. I hope your day went as well, not so for Iran. Yes, they have surrendered repeatedly—but always without handing over the goods. They have learned from a long string of weak US admins that ceasefires provide time to reload. And they did it again, launching the Shaheds not at US assets, but at innocent foreign tankers. It is taking them kind of a long time to figure out Trump isn’t falling for their fake peace deals.

           What has my interest is the repurposing of the A-10, the Warthog tank-buster. That AESA radar mentioned y’day ties into this picture.as I did some calculating. The A-10 is designed for low-speed loitering and the Shahed’s average speed is around 100 mph. You don’t need Einstein to figure out the beams could be directed to track multiple targets simultaneously. For the A-10 closing from behind, they would be sitting ducks.

           Okay! By 5:00PM, I’m fine again, so let’s shoot a star and learn something. It is 17:12:53 GMT and I choose the star called Ankaa. Aires is/was at 056° 35.0’ and Ankaa has a sidereal angle of 353° 15.2’, declination S62°23.4’. Aires has moved 003° 13.8’ since the hour. Translated to Google, Ankaa is at -53.0640 x -62.3744. We are in the frigid South Atlantic roughly equidistant from Bouvet and Bellingshausen Islands. As Bouvet is already well-internetted, let’s look at the other. Bellingshausen was not even visited until 1964 (by helicopter), the nearest habitation is in the South Sandwich Islands, around 600 miles away.

           I’m here looking at a slat of wood, wondering, is this my destiny? If so, it’s not so bad. I’m not whooped out from the toil earlier, a good sign. Here’s a piece of wood staring back at me, 26-1/2” long by 2-3/8” wide by 0.43” thick. I have one of those idiotic decimal inch calipers, although I think tenths of an inch is a good idea.
           Then needing a laugh, I went on some sites showing women complaining about men. Always good for some chuckles. The overall most common but not explicitly stated is bellyaching. Women persistently feel the man is never “doing enough”. I was unable to get any specifics on what 'enough' could mean.

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June 16, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: June 16, 2025, cookies in the tin.
Five years ago today: June 16, 2021, Putin questions Biden.
Nine years ago today: June 16, 2017, five blocks away.
Random years ago today: June 16, 2012, Billie-Bill & the Alman.

           I’ll take any adventure today, point some out if you can. Aha, so it’s not that easy. The back yard meter said 86°F at dawn, so today will be an inferno. Tampa says 0% chance of rain, but those boys have never learned how the Gulf of America workds. I got a scolding being late with birdie chow and only beat 2 champs on my morning puzzle—but then I never knew what an “open call” was before. Not a radio term but something British.

           Now I could be wrong, but I may have learned why the capacitor on an A/C has three posts. It seems both the compressor motor and the fan motor require a capacitor to even out the stop-start cycles. I’ll get further into it today, but the work is taking up too much space in my kitchen to bother with another day. I’m planning to buy something I’ve never had before—professional shop rags. I could not justify the cost until now, I’ll let you know since I am not sure and am likely to recycle them as much as possible. Harbor Freight is no longer a cheap shop.

           That B-52 that plowed into the ground y’day was carrying the latest in radar, the A.I. designed AESA. This is where instead of one big radar dish, you have thousands of tiny ones, now approached microscopic in size, except you are not supposed to know that. The sensors (see photo) are steerable toward multiple targets. Today, that means drone attacks. The individual receptors are tiny and expensive and require immense computer power to act right. Whatever the bomber was carrying represents one costly setback in a drone war America has probably already lost.
           The fatso lady judge who aided an illegal may actually get five years. That is a felony and she would never practice law again, a blessing. Judges are supposed to enforce the law, not create it. She will appeal because for them it is free. This destroys the camp who have been complaining that Democrats never go to jail. But this comes across as the sacrificial lamb rather than a precedent. Gawd, she is a fat one, imagine that after 60 months of prison food.

           After pricing the replacement battery, I decided to buy the 6th example of the same wristwatch in my life. Chosen because it has been a Wal*mrt staple for as long as I remember. I bought the first one for $4.95 for being cheap and the thing lasted over five years. I liked that. I longer have the originals because I cannibalized them for parts, but I have the last two. One from 2017 and one from 2023. I have used Casios at times but they do not pass the rugged enough test around me. (Later, my records show this may be the 7th watch.

           The most common problems are a broken strap pin and a scratched face. Or condensation. Other than that I keep them until the battery dies. The replacements, a 377 are sold in pairs for $10, a size not really compatible with anything else. So either store that extra, hoping it lasts because it will be 2032 before you use it, or buy a new watch, The 2023 model cost me $7, the new unit today cost me $15.
           That picture, how did it get past the censors? Pill bottles in the background and flanked by dietary information. Even a Fake box in the corner. These are the unique blog experiences we’ve come to know and love. The story behind the story is that we are baking an apple pie for tomorrow and the top crust somehow spoiled in the freezer. It has become raccoon grub.

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Somewhere in New Zealand.
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           The movie “Khartoum” is being watched in pieces, it’s a story I don’t know that well. But the movie has incredible scenes and I’m sure most of them are authentic in detail. Tearing up the docks for fuel, the Mahdi using captured artillery, and the behavior of the natives. I like it but keep nodding and having to rewind, my word I am tired. Every once in a whie, I get an extraordinary cup of coffee, and here is today’s.

        &bsp;  I am obliged to record that I have a number of new symptoms. The dry skin affliction from the anesthetic has returned in a mild form and my appetite has again faded. Also a number of slight discolored skin patches that match very slow-healing incision area have appeared on my forearms and shoulder areas. All these are minor compared to February, but should not, I think, still be present after 140 days. This was not regular heart surgery, I am lucky to be alive. What I’ve described are less intense than initially, but added together easily sap half my energy for nearly a week this time.
           The latest rule of thumb on dating is that the most you should spend in $200 minus the woman’s weight. Hmmm, I’m inclined to date in Gainesville where they’d owe me money.

           What a big stink over the kid who said he won’t work for jew. (This blog does not capitalize the word, for reasons, when used in this context.) Most people wonder, with all the trouble in the world, this nothing story is plastered over the MSM. Is this another manufactured issue, like the number of times these incidents turn out to be self-inflicted? The reason I ask is because so many people, including myself, have seen that same picture they are using somewhere, years ago. What are they up to?

           I read that most tossing and turning at night is caused by uncomfortable mattresses create pressure points. This morning my time lapse cam was not charged. Remembering it won’t charge if left on, I looked at the recording. There I was, getting into the sack, I gotta see this. I slept without moving for 40 megabytes. What? Oh, that is nearly 4 hours. The camera was active, as I fell asleep reading and one of the pages was moving around under the fan. Right at the end, I rolled over once in one continuous move.

           No shed time today, I had to drive to Winter Haven. I pushed myself past the limit, this time on purpose. I cancelled Festus Tuesday. I saw the pile of wood the neighbor threw out and noticed a large number of pieces around the correct size and shape for bench slats. They are a bit narrow for boxes but we won’t know until we build one. I’m going through that pile tomorrow, see if there’s more goodies. I rotate my coffee brands and today found a winner. It was on sale, I’ll see if it makes the grade.
           Sweden is back in the news, passing a “behavior” law. Good, because they are the world’s first and worst example of immigration gone wrong. Zero beneficial assimilation in fifty years. They can now revoke residency for all kinds of items that are not necessarily criminal, including associations, unpaid bills, and working under the table. Exactly the sort of activities associated with the lower orders. If so, they brought it down on their own heads. Of course, the human rights cucks will squeal it undermines equality, but not all races gang rape equally.
           One argument I especially liked was the civil rights position that people would be made unsure of what actions could be used against them. The solution is simple—when in doubt, don’t do it. Then, there is the Chinese. They are now saying the island of Okinawa isn’t part of Japan.

ADDENDUM
           Spotting a comment with over 200 replies, I logged onto Gab to discover the issue. Some dude wants people on EBT to get packs of military MREs instead. Maybe he’s not seen what those cost, but the idea was infective, people in general loved the idea. Because America hates welfare and it only exists due to minority pressure. Here are my favorites from the replies:

√ Enjoy having a entire class of poor, constipated people
√ You would have to upgrade the plumbing
√ It's cruel and unusual punishment if they can't dine like kings at your expense!!!
√ And We can finally Clear Out all the leftover WWII C-Rations!
√ How about git a frikin job
√ No more stealing my money to feed parasites. Not even MRE's.
√ Prison loaf sounds better.
√ How about a onetime expense to board a barge heading to Bumb Fuk Island.

           TMOR, welfare, especially single black mothers, is very unpopular in the USA. Particularly loathed are the blacks who deliberately have more illegitimate children to max out their income. Soon as anyone tries to put on the brakes, it’s all about child welfare. Yet single parent blacks have by far the highest crime and violence statistics. My solution is simple but would be opposed by those who think having babies is a woman’s biological destiny.

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