March 31, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 31, 2025, WIP
Five years ago today: March 31, 2021, WIP
Nine years ago today: March 31, 2017, WIP
Random years ago today: March 31, xxxx, WIP

Here’s the battery heading for Miami later today, and a view of the gas-powered pressure washer if I can figure a way to get it lifted up into the van. It’s kind of heavy duty, but the sucker will peel off auto paint. It is            getting promoted to the Robot club, where it will find lots of work. What a morning for my coffee maker to act up, which makes everything else a chore. This is the washer from the Prez before he moved, he is aware I intended to ship it to the club if I was not using it much. The sulfuric acid bottles, seen here, are coated with six years of dust.

           A lot of logistics show that I’m behind on everything. Do I catch up or hop in the van and go stay in Tennessee until June? It’s a toss-up except I have to stay near enough Miami to ensure this time I’m recovered. Quite realistically, I can’t much afford to be this long out of commission. I can tell you who will have it worse—credit card users. Have you heard of Google’s “verifiable intent”. It’s the cover phrase for them authorizing purchases on your behalf. The plan is that A.I. is given your specs, like “find me the best tennis racket under $400” and the system takes care of the rest. This could fuel the next round of comedy movies and stand-up routines. Who remembers, “I said oatmeal, not smoked eel”?

           The good news is the chest repair this time feels like it is healing. My long term speculation is that this bypass buys me another twenty years. But behave, this incident is more than a warning that after a certain point, most ailments can come out of the blue. As I read the hospital reports, I’m drawn closer to my conclusion that my situation is a “hospital infection”, of course nobody is going to spell that out for me. Nothing I caused myself this round required 7 doctors on the case.

Picture of the day.
Cindy Crawford & daughter at age 19.
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           If you are reading this, chances are I drove to Miami y’day afternoon, and won’t be back until late Thursday. Yes, it is costly and grossly inefficient, but my recuperation is getting done, so I’ll gladly pay up. Here are five of the seven new audiobooks, purchased from the library over in Bartow. The best source is the south end branch, because the atrocious levels of adult literacy in that town assures you of a boundless selection of brand new books and CDs, never touched.

           That was JZ on the phone. Do not read me wrong and think I said he was a terrible money manager. I did not, repeat, did not say that. I said he manages his money the same way as most people. My backup phone is on his account, so it gets paid when he does his own.
           To keep away from deadlines, I pay up two months, always a month in advance. Well, for most consumers, two months is a galactic future beyond their maximum planning horizon. JZ regularly forgets I’m paid up, yet he’d be affronted if he knew I write such things down. There you go, I did not say anything. He feels that because I was in the hospital, I [must have] lost track of the payments, but I stress this is NOT a JZ thing, it is the natural course that most Floridians would follow.

           I should have contacted him y’day, but the time was wasted chasing around with local issues, like electricity. That’s Florida. It also means I got none of my own stuff done, like how about some laundry since three weeks ago? Can Florida spare me enough time for laundry. Y’know, it is also strange how people who never manage money properly are, after enough time put it, psychologically opposed to learning it right. Alas, that is my pal, who says pay up.
           That’s a mini-universe in itself. Things have massively changed twice, since I’ve know the guy. Once, when I lived off my savings for six years, and once again when I retired. These events shifted ballast over here, but nothing changes out there. Example, JZ thinks I could easily sell the pressure washer in Miami for $300. But who can be bothered? List it, deal with a buyer, meet up, all of this costs money and time that non-financial minds tend to ignore. If Agt. M cleans two cars, it has paid for itself.
           I kind of advised JZ that it has been years since I quibbled over $20, that he could have come got the washer any time he wanted, and I am not equipped to sell large merchandise on-line.
           In the end, I could not lever the washer into the van, so it has wait another turn. I know there will be a turn because of how I feel, which is around 40% of normal.

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March 30, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 30, 2025, the pessimistic view.
Five years ago today: March 30, 2021, brunch at the Cozy Cove.
Nine years ago today: March 30, 2017, beware of City Hall.
Random years ago today: March 30, 2001, no soup for you.

           Four hours to sort things out, what a waste of time. We have electricity back, cut off for $61 overdue, the city is just proving what ghastly money managers they are. Grubbing for chump change. I have a list of items jotted down from people met at the hospital. One insisted I listen to a band called “Snake Oil”. Do you have any idea how many bands have that name? I’m still weak enough to take the day off, whence I watched a clip on Voyager 1 approaching a distance of one light-day from Earth. That took about 50 years.

           It says here Miley Cyrus is thankful Disney took a chance on her. New York has taken over a shopping mall to let homeless people set up tents inside. France has put some twenty freemasons on trial. This morning, I got by catching up on details that made it through while I was away. It turns out trivia is king on the app once known as youTube. What a wasteland that has become, choked with junk that just can’t pass the three-finger test.

           By noon, I was pretty much crawling. I had to do old-school banking because I am all out of deposit slips and my ATM cards are expired. Heart problems never seem to happen in isolation when I’m concerned. Since I was downtown, I stocked up on essentials and made it over to the library for more audiobooks. “Bullet” is finished, it turns into a crazy twist at the end, since the “killer” was not the guy she shot and she winds up a fugitive in France. I have six new mysteries, the format that dominates audiobooks, but also a novel theme about a village that renames an old plot as a “fairie ring” to boost the flagging town coffers.
           This morning’s photo is the excellent book from the Clewiston Thrift. Amazing well-written for what is largely a documentary. It flows like an imaginative tale and the vocabulary is superb, the logic is a treat to follow. Take the photo, it would probably not be posted today, at is shows an older White man posing with lots of slim, proportionate, young White girls. That’s Carrier, the A/C guy, at the 1939 expo. The book points out how his invention caused the world’s largest cities to grow in the tropics where just decades ago, all were in temperate zones.

Picture of the day.
Stolen Voter ID lists.
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           Doing my best to avoid hospital pics, this one is over a single request. My reference to the “hand grenade” is this drain mechanism. It has the same hydraulics but better ergonomics, using the same sponge system as the bulky Roomba. A pliable bulb the size and shape of a grenade. This shows around 20ml of fluid that would normally seen into bandages. They don’t want that, so a slight squeeze on the bulb, as is shown here, creates a mile back-pressure. Emptied daily after recording the volume, and 20ml is really nothing.

           Back to Miami again, maybe tomorrow, I did not get the rest I craved, this is my third night home. I read more of the literature to find this is normal, so I played bass for an hour and got some banking out of the way. What’s this? $300 for a doggied blood test! That dog is the one who really got the presidential suite, gets to sleep next to a princess more than I do, and eats food from Aldi’s.
           I am now personally convinced there is a direct corelation between sedation and gout.

ADDENDUM
           I bought extra data this month, wanting to stay as inactive as I can until the stitches are gone. Remember the Gruman X47 and it’s variants? I consider it a billion-dollar joke, often taking years do develop what is mostly and outdated concept. In its current form, it is pilotless and being tested from an aircraft carrier. It seems to use no systems that are not already in operation elsewhere, such a GPS guidance, and refueling from drones.

           Hmmm, my comment above about the three fingers needs a boost to explain. It is a referral to A.I. videos, whereby the software, or at least a lot of the current apps, has trouble generating hand pictures with four fingers. This can be spotted easily when the subject picks anything up and, at least briefly, has only three fingers. It is a poor-man’s test you are being duped. Why duped? Because A.I. does not arrive with a warning sticker.

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March 29, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 29, 2025, 16 movies.
Five years ago today: March 29, 2021, I have outdated peripherals . . .
Nine years ago today: March 29, 2017, a useless sandblaster.
Random years ago today: March 29, 2005, I don’t.

           This morning found me totally refreshed after seven solid hours in the sack, although I do tend to wake up every few hours, almost as if I expect a nurse to come barging in at 3:00AM. I chose a small fan to keep just my sleep area cool and noted the Yeti will power it a full 8 hours. First thing, I hobbled over to the neighbors to find he is still not home. This is serious, I think. I tapped enough extension cord cable off a single outlet from his studio in the early dawn dark.
           This gave me coffee, a fan, and the fridge running again. But I don’t know when the city cut off my power in the past 11 days, so out goes $60 worth of groceries. That reminds me, I stopped at Publix before I drove home y’day and bought a veggie tray, some cookies, and a chocolate milk for the road trip. It reminds me why I don’t shop at Publix. $22.

           This is a Volvo “backup battery”. It was a laugh and a cry for the Robot Club y’day. I believe I have a spare brand new in the box. If I find it, off to Miami it goes next week along sith the Prez’s 5HP pressure washer. That puppy can peel paint and I’m not getting the use out of it. I’m reminding of how the Club has become like the business arrangement between myself and RofR so many years ago. What do all these things cost? Nobody knows, it is a club.
           What is the story on this battery? Well, to sensible people a battery is already a backup device. The club has joked many times that cars should already have two batteries under the hood, but the comment was intended for the dismal quality of today’s batteries. So, is Volvo admitting their choice for one battery is so back, it requires a backup?

Picture of the day.
Near Amarillo.
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           You bet I’m still tired since January 29, but bits of energy are returning and that’s all I need to function. The mostly weightless lithium battery let me fire up the Hyundai, which itself has a totally dead, but relatively new, battery. That whole battery industry is due for a shakeup. I’m old enough to remember when batteries lasted the life of the car, sometimes 15 years. I have not completed the modifications to the Hyundai to make it a great second vehicle, but after learning of recent auto repair bills, I’m glad I invested in this unit just for the security of having it.

           Prices have become so high you can now buy insurance. No, not warranty, but repair insurance, although they love to call it warranty. Makes me with some A.I. type would come up with a machine that enables mechanics to work without the major expense they face—shop rental. That’s correct, my recent $1,000 alternator repair was half shop time at $120 per hour. Imagine if the mechanic could get a portable cab and have servo motors do all the work at lightning speed right under the hood.

           Now some sad news, or at least always sad for me. Dead possum in the yard. I know it is all part of Nature’s design but I don’t like to see anything die, except possibly lazy,stupid, non-contributing humans. You heard me. There she is, I think it’s a she, just pretend she is sleeping. I used to bury the creatures, but that just makes life harder for Florida vultures. It [the carcass] was gone within the hour.

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March 21, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 21, 2025, WIP
Five years ago today: March 21, 2021, WIP
Nine years ago today: March 21, 2017, WIP
Random years ago today: March 21, xxxx, WIP

           A bleak and dreary day of waiting. I’m saturated with Arduino so it is me and that executive TV, nothing else. By 6:30AM, I’m already bored. The commercials are a barometer of appeal to the stupid. Who takes vaccine drugs with listed side-effects like suicidal thoughts and violent nosebleeds? Who dates women on anti-depressants? And somebody could tell these GenXers that seasons are not new. Leaves go yellow, grass grows, and waves erode the shoreline. Oh, and whales migrate, another fact millennials think is the latest in scientific discovery.

           I set a record here of 20 Sudoku puzzles, more than the rest of the institution combined, me thinks. No news allowed except anti-Trump rhetoric. Like, I’m supposed to feel sorry when judges who injunct the President get doxxed or threatened? There is some reason, after the Supreme Court ruling, that Trump just doesn’t have all the leftist judges arrested as they are plainly not acting unbiased as is required.

           Here is a sad clip of my stunt double that tells the mood of what the days around here have become. Only 50% of the lab cultures are returned, enough to know it is a bacterial infection. They need another 48 hours to target the correct antibiotic. So we wait. The room is great, real metal cutlery, though the meals spaced at 8, 12, and 4 don’t really give you time to get hungry in between.
           I located a Denzel movie, “Equalizer 2” and skipped the morning.

Picture of the day.
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           How boring is this place? I found documentary on photo-plankton. Photo as in light beams as they synthesize something like 2/3 of the Earth’s oxygen. But that is about all they do, their life cycles are like a mini-Miami. Eat, sleep, reproduce. That’s it, so boring, I watched an hour’s footage on single-celled organisms, duh.

           An emerging problem is soreness, this being my fourth day of inactivity due to hoses and mid-lines. To be on the safe side they have been dripping me broad-spectrum IV antibiotics. Two types, both are slightly acidic and my veins are not. They remove the mid-lines due to real pain but they’ll soon want another.

           I was visited by 7 or 8 doctors this afternoon. Asking questions right as the anti-biotics caused me drowsiness and pronounced fatigue. Just quick interviews, but I conclude they are being very careful about something. I had two twenty-minute sneezing fits during those hours and my skin turned very dry.
           The high point of the day was desert. When they run out of what you ordered, the substitutes can be a surprise. These are my coveted Lorna Doone shortbreads. With a shot of milk. Other than watching more cop movies and designing a small sonar device on paper, it was just me and a lot of commercials about how credit cards could take us all to a better place.

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March 20, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 20, 2025, WIP
Five years ago today: March 20, 2021, WIP
Nine years ago today: March 20, 2017, WIP
Random years ago today: March 20, xxxx, WIP

           A Friday in the ward means you are spending the weekend on the robot bed. The labs are not ready, meaning at least Monday before they decide to patch me up. In the meanwhile, I sense I’m in this posh room as quarantine, you know, from other patients in the hospital environment. That is, if I have something serious, I got it from the hospital, not at home. So enjoy the moment. Have a gander through my picture window, that is real greenery. As for the meals, they are real. Omelet for breakfast, pasta for lunch, and by request I know you can get a cheeseburger on Fridays. But no fries, they still have that on my restricted list.

           It was a day of recovery, as you may know it is often the second consecutive day when you get emergent pains. All my dressings are really tight, including my legs. They finally looked at my legs. I found the sponge wound dressing amusing, it is a mini vacuum. I gather from the size of the collection container, I have almost no leakage to worry about.

           My symptoms are fire-hot stabs at the location they did the work, but easily tolerable, being sharp and intermittent. Declining painkillers kept me fully attentive and I was able to contact all my people, particularly Trent and the Reb. I prefer that to the hospital system they have set up. I’m attached to an IV so let me decide when I have recovered, please.
           Sadly, the Reb’s best friend, already weakened from treatments, fell and broke her back. The news is she is numb and will be paralyzed. I should be in Tennessee with the Reb, a reminder that I’m the one who can run the household when she needs some down time. My own signs of aging are not cause for any festivities and my own aging indicators are now everywhere.
           One bright note, I got a text from Steve, the guitar player, saying he is ready to rehearse. His song list, rules, I’ll just play anything he wants, which means a lot of Eagles. But any band is better than no band. Ha, and even no band is fifty times better than the patients around this place. What a pack of collective do-nothings, I can hear how zero they are from down the corridors.

           Which led to a new doctor visit, this time, a plastic surgeon. A what? Yep, this time the wound is to be closed by a “skin” specialist with two super sharp attendants. They want me certain to understand what may happen once I’m on the table. These guys are professionals and it is a delight just to talk to such educated and worldly-wise individuals.
           They inform and confirm me the infection was mild, but will require specific anti-biotics once the labs confirm which strain I’ve got. The good news is the surgeon says I could be out as soon as 48 hours after the surgery, now slated for Wednesday. I’m behind on everything over this. I’m going to have to make some expensive changes to my daily and routine operations. I’ve been in the hospital close to 30 days since late January and the bills have got to be paid.

Picture of the day.
PPP
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           Same as last time round, all the regular staff books off late Friday and the hospital floors revert to a skeleton crew. Ha-ha, did I just make a funny? Anyway, it’s either read more Arduino or see if I can squeeze anything amusing out of this 75-IQ TV on the wall. I accepted the challenge. Here is an actual of the fancy big screen, I seem to have my pictures fouled up out of order
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           I found some ancient programs, including a dismal documentary from NASA on why they wasted thirty years not going to Mars. That’s one of my peeves that will never reconcile. Over that stupid shuttle and space station, the bastards cancelled the Mars trip.
           Now half my life later, that useless ISS is flying in circles going nowhere with sub-optimal crews doing “experiments” which have resulted in nothing useful. Zilch, that is. They could have made Mars, the Hubble scope is your substantiation on that. The lens and tube alone weigh something like 125,000 pounds. Instead, you get NASA propaganda with loaded language like “monitoring increases”. I have a question for the ozone layer people. Has the “hole” over Antarctica ever been larger in the past than it is now?
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March 19, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 19, 2025, WIP
Five years ago today: March 19, 2021, WIP
Nine years ago today: March 19, 2017, WIP
Random years ago today: March 19, xxxx, WIP

           Divide today into two. This morning, I awoke woozy and leery of side effects. But things are moving fast. At 4:00AM labs, 5:00AM (can’t read my writing), and 7:00AM more X-rays. I’m cold but this time they get you all the blankets you want, making for a good rest. I needed it. My life vest has drained the battery with no way to get it from across their parking lot. They have me in the VIP suite, but the first thing noticeable outside is drunks moaning down the hall.

           Here is the best picture that turned out, if you can see the details. A picture window with palm trees, six chairs and a meal on the tray. For some reason, they are taking no chances this time, everything is to spec. The room is climate controlled, even water takes forever to evaporate.

           The morning was all waiting again, I took time to read up on how to get the Arduino to issue “Internet” commands, that is, the HTML that causes web pages to appear. The incompatibility of these systems is a study in itself. Remember, I gave away my HTML book in 1997, saying in effect this stupid system will never catch on. HTML is another millennial brain-fart language, where some dodo threw something together and now the command lines are a mixture of bad fixes, exceptions, and screwy punctuation. For instance, the “title” command has nothing to do with the function of a title.
           It kept me distracted, there are commands that count the bytes send by a server, one of the sure signs the crew does not know how to run the ship. I did not wait long, at 10:00AM the staff wheeled me into the OR, where by now I know some of the folks. They cleaned the wound and resealed it with a type of Saran wrap that pulls the chest sides inward, but even I can tell it is not enough. And hitched me to 30-pound suction machine called Wombat, but quickly redubbed the Roomba, as it has to stay connected or begins to chirp.

           Pulling out of anesthetic rapidly, I had consultations with two doctors. X-rays and probing showed all the infection is shallow, mostly skin-deep. It is also along the edges that were not staying together. It looks bad, so no pictures. Yet. They also plugged by leg wounds while I was under. The whole process went fast, I was back in my private lounge just after 11:00AM. The staff and service this time around is amazing, an order of magnitude better. Am I in the Presidential Suite? I’m near enough to the nursing station of get coffee on demand.
           Lunch was real sweet and sour pork with rice. The floor nurse confirms the wound is “superficial” and the infection is mild with no complications. And while TV (and most TV-watchers) irk me, this room has free movies, which I devour. Movies I missed or did not care to view before, are for the asking. And they are streamed, so you miss nothing during the still-constant interruptions.

Picture of the day.
PPP
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           The second half of today has me on comfy memory foam and plenty of attention. I don’t much question this good fortune. I met a total of seven doctors so far this visit. One was the tambourine player in a band, apparently known for the technique of playing it over his head, but my notes are not clear. He mentioned the labs won’t be back until Sunday, so get plenty of rest. I did, and used waking hours to study serial communication, a system I’ve not used in years. But that’s how idiots arrange things, each one mucking around, throwing code together 10% of the time, and spending the other 90% patching up mistakes. Serial imports a string, so change it to an array, then count the array, and change it back to another string, and away you go. Millennials have had computers all their lives, so they don’t need to know how the silly old system works.

           The new room even has art on the walls. I took this quick video, showing the high back upholstered chairs and such. The place is full of signs saying to recordings, so this is the best footage. Swank. At least for now and by comparison.
           I thought I’d found a Gunsmoke channel, but it was a truly bad documentary. This is my second day back in Florida. The room here is a much different experience, but the place is still designed down to the minimums that stupid people find suitable, including the TV shows between movies. Take the bedside trays, they are the only place to prop your water jug. But the jug is a brand that sweats condensation, which wrecks your notes. But it appears in the generations this place has been in operation, they have never seen nor heard of anyone using the tray as a desk and have no mechanism or inclination to change.

           The tethered machine makes pee breaks an ordeal, as the line won’t reach to nice private bathroom and the alarm cannot be disabled. (I later learned the trick of pinching off the air valve). There were fewer interruptions, but still 15 that I stick-tallied all day. I am alert with no chest pain, except where the drain hose goes under the bandages. There is some unavoidable flexing of the area, showing that further work is to be done.
           The meals are also superior up here, lunch was turkey, supper was pot roast with mashed.

ADDENDUM
           For some reason, I logged this day by the hour, this is the timeline:

7:00 AM – up and noting meds have caused much site draining
8:00 AM – out of the operating theater and wasted
9:00 AM – still recovering, wasted
10:00 AM – awake and in recovery observation area
11:00 AM – back to my fancy room
12:00 AM – sliced turkey with trimmings
1:00 PM – unbelievably welcome three hour nap.
4:00 PM – beef with mashed and gravy
5:00 PM – study Arduino
6:00 PM – study Arduino
7:00 PM – write letters
8:00 PM – write letters
9:00 PM – free movie
10:00 PM – more movie, my note says “Law & Order”
11:00 PM – another movie, a western called “Horizons”

           I’m such a nice guy, the staff who asked why I am not using a computer to write letters get a three-minute lecture on how that technology is 30 years out of date, but if they work hard, some day they might catch up to where this old guy is on computers. Thirty years ahead of their imagined modern world. I’m reminded of how my siblings sometimes stared in wonderment how I read books, didn’t I know there was a TV right in the next room?

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March 18, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 18, 2025, WIP
Five years ago today: March 18, 2021, WIP
Nine years ago today: March 18, 2017, WIP
Random years ago today: March 18, xxxx, WIP

           If you are reading this, I’m in Miami hoping to be home tonight or tomorrow. Here is a picture of Taylor without makeup. So much for the Napoleon Dynamite connection.

Picture of the day.
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           Later, this picture turned out so popular, this post stays. Turns out JZ was not home, I crashed at Agt. M's and got plunked back in the hospital. They took one look and said, "Infection". And here I stayed for the next 11 days with, unless you saw my chest, nothing apparently wrong with. I spent as much time as possible dressed and sitting up in the most comfortable chair I could find. Many staff walked in and asked me where the patient was.

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March 17, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 17, 2025, WIP
Five years ago today: March 17, 2021, WIP
Nine years ago today: March 17, 2017, WIP
Random years ago today: March 17, xxxx, WIP

           WT from Tennessee has a far-better equipped shop and the know-how to go with it. He’s taking a look at building a hot-air engine. Wish I could be there. He has mentioned a Sterling, a type of engine that uses heat and the expansion cycle of gasses. I have never been able to wrap my brain around either the theory or the popular fascination of the thing. He’s intending to video the build, so maybe we’ll learn something here. He’s mentioned previous failures, which in the robot club are called learning experiences. Good morning.
           Here’s the gift boxes finished and ready for a trip to Miami. These have custom logos and the three strongly display their common heritage. Along with the driveway dandelion. Today, I made it to the Sheriff’s pound and that finished me by noon. Still awaiting a call from the medical office, I am getting right back in the sack.

           It’s winter out there. I stayed tucked and read some statistics. The world output of infrared (heat-seeking) shoulder-fired rockets is around 750,000. Where are they? Outside of some 3,000 choppers downed in Nam and maybe Soviet 30 Hinds (Mi-24), that makes for a real imbalance. The missiles are cheap on the black market at around $50,000 asking. The rumors of Iranian sleeper cells got me thinking what would be the easiest and most spectacular attacks?
           Once again, the Internet cannot answer my simple question of how many airliners are in the USA, but downing 500 of them would send a clear enough message. We are already seeing how Iran is able to keep loosing a small number of drones and missiles per day. Not a good sign. I got all this info trying to find the old Bogart movie, “Sahara”. WWII is really the only excitement that ever happened there. I want to see if the movie used real tanks, being the film is 1950s. So far they have one surplus “Honey”, the M3 Lee. So far the plot is historically okay, except for claims like being surrounded on three sides and escaping to the south. There’s one scene the tank guy says the range is 160 miles. Not on that tank.

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Chesapeake Bay.
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           Those who like nice quartz countertops may be out of luck. Turns out people who work all day cutting the slabs get lung problems. It seems breathing the dust all day without a mask isn’t good for you. So instead of telling these people to smarten up, places like California and Spain are banning the countertops. IKEA won’t sell them, and the courts are handing out million-dollar settlements. Because Pedro won’t wear a mask.

           At 2:55PM I got the alert and twenty minutes later, I’m on my way. Check in later, in our wonderful modern world, I will again have no Internet access for at least two days. Did you know that between January 29 and February 21, I lost 70% of my readership?

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March 16, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 16, 2025, joists, dude.
Five years ago today: March 16, 2021, credit warps business.
Nine years ago today: March 16, 2017, more tendonitis.
Random years ago today: March 16, 2008, every dork along the way.

           A new Cadillac Escalade, only $113,000. I could mortgage this place, I suppose. For more stats, see addendum below. For now, here is the Squirrel Picnic. The game camera is tricky to position to catch how the critter gets to the food, but easy to show the food. In this instance, there was a metal crate resting near the feeder that was just close enough for him to make the leap. The clock says he emptied the feeder in 16 minutes flat at a balmy temperature of 80°F. A yard inventory shows a terrific windstorm went through here in my absence.

           Finally, I admit this place is too big for me. While I wanted space and a spare room, I seem to have had little experience pushing 70 years old. If I can’t keep up now, we are in for a long, slow deterioration unless I come bouncing back. Just five years ago, 700 square feet of cabin seemed small. Now, half that seems right-sized.

           Where is the USS Lincoln? There are rumors of an anti-fake news law on the way. That is, freedom of the press is limited by an old rule that the news must be in the public interest. Banning fake news could have an hilarious effect on the Internet. Now we see articles about replacing all the statues destroyed by the leftists. I’m okay with that only if they use the J6 software to ID and fence the bastards, then send them the bill.
           As for bill, that stay in the hospital, though I was cut off from my banks and spending, still cost me $480. Half of it my electric bill. My “wifi” bill is now $112 per month, twice that of 2016 when I arrived here. I wrote a letter to the Reb detailing the costs here just in case. The joint would have to sell, but then, it is certainly the cheapest fully-habitable and comfortable small place you will ever find in Florida except a trailer somewhere. And those are now rare.

           One thing that has certainly sunk below replacement cost is ghetto housing. If you turn off the filter, places like Georgia light up with places below $60,000. All of them in neighborhoods you would not want to live in. Too bad the same houses are not on an acreage a few more miles out of town. My guess is that welfare now pays so much that people who would normally rent such places can now afford better accommodations.
           And you can have your pick of mobile homes, I predicted this long ago when I paid thousands for my units. That one day the pad rental would become so expensive that people cannot sell their units. Sure enough, hundreds of units on the market for less than $500. To sucker people into paying the rent. I got out just in time, folks. (Mind you, I did shop around and found the nicest place, all Frenchies from Canada.)
           In the finally tally for 2025, California spent $81,000 on each homeless person.

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Indian reservations in S. Dakota.
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           Unable to stay idle, I went out to the shed for an hour and forty-five. Took the neighbor a coffee sampler, this is a variety of coffee from my private stock. Otherwise people buy one brand and get coffee burnout. If you don’t like medical, skip this afternoon. He was working in the shed, although it was a wet day, it was warm. He had on a tank top and wow, did the catheter people ever do a number on him. It was a femoral but the guy has bruising from his neck to his ankle on the right side. Says he’s fine, but best we keep informally checking in.

           I completed two boxes, both are less than my best work. Both are gifts, shown here is a J-Box for Laurie, it has a few defects but easily masked by the yagasuki finish. Soon as I get confirmation of appointments, I’m heading for Miami. Could be tomorrow, but more likely later this week. I’ve had it with this back and forth good days bad days.

           There are two boxes in the picture, it’s the bigger unit that goes to Sunrise, Florida. I found several steps of the build too physical to do a better job. Or example, if corners don’t fit right, you’d think it easy to just bend the wood into place and staple it. Or lift the box to flip it over. I regularly had to stop that and reaching for a clamp isn’t an answer because twisting the final squeeze turns out to also be over the limit.
           Here’s a look at the setup required to print the logo on an assembled box. Yes, it is precarious. The laser servos are strong enough to wiggle the whole stack just enough to cause concern. If you have not seen this process before, that is a Z-box on the bottom standing on end, and the whole laser etching device perched on top, not running at the moment.

           Sorry for the following hospital talk, but my calendar has just been set back. By noon, I’m served a reminder that this operation does not follow the rules. It was a relapse to two or three weeks ago. Weakness, aches, and wounds that should be healed by now. I had little choice, lying still all day as uncomfortable as that hospital bed. Except for good coffee, that is, and a slice of apple pie for lunch. Sorry to report, I have returned to possibly needing more hospital time. I’ll know within 48 hours, I have the appointments made.
           Most annoying are the two leg wounds, where the veins were harvested. The left leg, where they finally got the tubing, had healed over two weeks ago, but has begun acting up. The right leg drains constantly, for nearly 50 days now, but it is slowly healing. I had water retention before, this procedure has just given it a path. I’ve been taking water pills for over twenty years.

           For historical detail, I have pedal edema, a result of falling off a small kitchen stool in 2021. I’ve had a prescription for Lasix for decades, but no water retention of any real concern until the fall. The pills worked on my right leg better than the left. It is the pitting variety, where a press leaves a small pit for a second or two. Painless. As far as I know, it really is water. I cannot discount that I now have some new condition.

ADDENDUM
           Over half the vehicles on the road nowadays are SUVs, the new models average in price $61,400. I grew up in a world were operating a car gobbled 25% of your take-home pay, but nothing prepared me for this. I have planned that the KIA replacement will cost me $15,000 even if it lasts another four years. That thousand-dollar alternator was a warning. Almost $600 of it labor because they had to remove half the motor to get at it. There is a point at which you know somebody is behind it.
           Make no mistakes about it, SUVs are trucks, pushed as family vehicles to get around EPA laws for cars. I see the potential for a return to small sedans in the $30,000 range. Maybe a bare bones model for $20,000. They would have to change the laws. But the reality is a vehicle in America is a necessity. An all-weather enclosed vehicle. The system is designed around that.

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March 15, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 15, 2025, the damage was extensive.
Five years ago today: March 15, 2021, the net is a right.
Nine years ago today: March 15, 2017, a motherhood roll.
Random years ago today: March 15, xxxx, WIP

           Pancakes at 5:30AM and another low-activity day begins. I won’t waste the time, I chose to read on up on sensors. I have some, infrared and motion, etc, but my old habit means once I know how they work, I have not connected any. Depending on core energy levels, I may see if I can find where I put them. My interest began much earlier, during the late part of the Vietnam war. Many magazine articles revealed how American tech was beginning to remove the traditional communist ability to hide in the dark. I was fascinated by the scopes, radar, beams, and sensors. The one I liked best was mechanical. Just beads that popped when stepped on, like bubble wrap. America dropped them on jungle trails and listened. Good morning.

           It’s gloomy out at dawn, so let’s examine our latest box production Relax, just a quick look, here are two “rejects”. They are good boxes, but have some defect I’m addressing. These have knots which cause splits. You can see how standardized this design has become. Sales are still zero and the best boxes are given out as gifts and samples. It is not lost that of all the shed hobbies I’ve got, these are still the only item that has any chance of finding a market.

           It is still fence picket lumber, the top box is from one piece, the lower box showing a difference in weathering from assembled pieces. One finishing touch is the staples. The Z-box requires 1-1/4” staples and I’ve discovered the best joint is when the crown is across the grain, even if this sometimes causes chip so near the edge of the wood. There is no pretence at fancy, the emphasis is on utility. Four of the five staples are seen, the other is behind my grip. The joint is also glued. Boxes any bigger than this don’t have the strength to resist cupping.

           Not much else this morning but I read for hours. Here’s something that interests me if I ever get some strength back. This is a pathway made of baggies and cement. Yes, sandwich bags. Scoop the compound into the bags, each will be a bit different. Then place them in a form of your choice, then flatten them a little. I like the concept, as it fits my yard layout, where paving stones have always been a poor fit.
           Once the concrete hardens, you take a blowtorch and burn way the plastic. I’ve already thought of a shallower, flatter frame that could be used as a small foundation or retaining wall. One reason I don’t care for remote control models is the terrible response. I’ve crashed every drone the first day because the lag time is too great. Then I watched a video of the same models being controlled by A.I. Pretty impressive.

           I first saw micro-control on a train set in Colorado 13 years ago. It was so realistic I stared to see. Then I saw A.I. coupled with some toy speedboats. I could spot each boat behaving, but as a fleet, that was something else. Should I have built something when I had the chance? Not really, you see, I recognized for me it would have amounted to taking on a new career. And did I not warn 25 years ago that most resumé services are bogus? They exist to market your personal information. I discovered this in 2002 when none would accept my resumé without references. I specified I would only supply such information after a job interview, since only the employer had any need for such information.

           NASA continues to foot-drag and stall. More leaks and bad space suits, technology that was in use more that 40 years ago. While I like sci-fi movies about colonies and such, I also have fatigue with all the pre predictable character drama. I want to see non-humanoid aliens get blasted, not an AIDS epidemic on Pluto. It seems to me that the criteria for a spaceship crew would weed out most known abrasive or problematic personality types. You don’t send feminists, queers, libtards, imbeciles, and sub-Saharans to colonize Mars. You just don’t.
           Nor can McDonalds find skilled enough labor to fix their ice milk machines. Today I wanted a shake, but had to settle for a kind of crushed ice coffee thing, a coffee slushie. Here it is, Mocha Frappé, $4.80.

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Portable sundial, circa 950 A.D.
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           Chase Bank just cost me a half-day delay and ruined a surprise I had planned for weeks. It’s the branch in Winter Haven. The ATM is in an entrance hallway, I’ve told you how they moved in large Amazon locker system and began locking the hall at night. Today I arrived to see the tiny note they are now closed on Sundays. So, the doggies at the pound starve until I can get up that way again and instead of a 20-mile round trip, I had to drive 68 miles via Lakeland. This delay means I missed the phone payment by five minutes (meaning another trip to town), only half my shopping is done, and I got caught in the afternoon rainstorm. Up yours, Chase.

           Worse, the rain means I could not stop for small fence pickets, meaning I did not get home in time to build a box I had intended to surprise as a gift to Laurie, the therapist. But that will now not happen and who knows when will next ever be in the area, certainly not before she has forgotten who I am. Up yours again, Chase, you and those stupid lockers, you cheap bastards. You put up a sign, what more do people want?

           The rain meant an hour’s delay, so I listened to more of “Bullet”. It gets interesting later because she gives unplanned details as she talks about herself. I did not know about police “comparison bullets” or that doctors regular video unusual operations without asking. She is on about how these are inconveniences but as the plot moves along, it adds up to and interesting sub-plot. What gives when a cold case is re-opened, and even some insight as to when the police are lying.

           Here’s the story at the moment. Our bullet lady goes to the crime scene of 30 years ago. She discovers some old people who know things, like her mother having affairs, and the possibility of a will, as an only child. The house had sold for $90,000. The bullet in her neck is now wanted by three crime departments, she’s trying to bed her doctor, her department head gives her keys to a Paris apartment, and her medical chart has been stolen—and she barely escapes a break-in. At all times, the story emphasizes, she was wearing proper clothes and sensible shoes.

           Here’s a meme that appeared on Gab, followed by the replies I liked the most.

• it's not like you have a choice.
• I don’t date manatees, so we’re even.
• A beluga whale couldn't find that G-spot.
• Looks like you eat them.
• At least wait till you deliver those octuplets.
• Looks like her head is on backwards.

ADDENDUM
           Following the voyage of the Sarimanok took my interest mainly for the things that went wrong. Even I know all rope lashings will eventually come loose out in the ocean. And some crew member will have forgotten to mention an old and chronic medical condition. The boat is now somewhere near Christmas Island. There are other unspoken rules for these crossings. Do not take along any spare parts or make any of the sleeping quarters waterproof. Do not take along any native boatbuilder and do not anticipate big problems. Otherwise, what would there be to make videos about?
           You should also realize any storms will be the worst you’ve ever seen and that way out on the briny, things like hepatitis can be fatal. They finally haul out the sextant to get medical help on some islands whereupon I notice they have the identical sextant I do. Except mine has been banged around for years without being recalibrated.

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March 14, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 14, 2025, neat wood treatment,
Five years ago today: March 14, 2021, nicer than my Caddy.
Nine years ago today: March 14, 2017, a research day.
Random years ago today: March 14, 1997,Sedro Woolley, WA.

           The carrier USS Lincoln has been withdrawn from the battle area. That is how you say “hit by drones” without saying “hit by drones”. These carriers have been large, fat targets for decades. And this is their wakeup call.

           Insomnia at 4:30AM sharp, so I took a look at dating sites, always good for laugh, and now a candidate for A.I. Once you get past the usual whining, some of the points raised were very valid. For instance, the higher status a woman achieves, the smaller her dating pool. That’s the opposite of men. The company CEO can marry his secretary, but the female executive has to marry up. I’ll bloviate this topic in today’s addendum. Meanwhile, I made a pot of cream wheat, to perfection. Help yourself, there’s half & half, turbinado, and nutmeg on the table.
           Yep, the Democrats are broke. California is pushing the $60k tax on selling your house and now New York wants half your worth when you die. Washington passed the “millionaires tax” and Starbucks left for Florida. I followed a link to a tuba recital, thinking I might hears some bass riffs. Worse musical site I have ever heard. There is a slowdown in housing sales as the Deep State begins to purchase vet clinics.

Picture of the day.
Quincy, California.
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           I’ve nothing for you except some time in the shed. The first gift box warped, so I selected my best lumber and built a replacement. Without the logo. The work went slow for my liking. A couple other boxes got finished but this whole condition has to change. No way I should be so drained from such mild activity. I zapped in the last staple and headed indoor so watch a documentary on German East Africa. Impressively accurate.

           The searchword “navigation” found another of those expeditions to prove people in bongo boats and such could have sailed across open ocean. In this case, an outrigger from Bali to Madagascar (1985).

           Pretty amazing to watch people spending years on tropical beaches hand-building sailboats at an age I was trapped working in a lumber mill just to stay alive. Then again, I was raised to believe there were only 40 or 50 rich people in the world and the rest of us were condemned to a life of hard labor. So don’t laugh.
           Using traditional lore, they buily the “Sarimanok”, which as you see is quite a substantial craft. The food provisions took up half, and it has an interesting “kitchen” where they made a lot of tea. It was well known by that era if you sail west far enough, you eventually hit land. So navigation could be done by a modified shadow stick. Tell the guy at the tiller to keep the shadow on the center peg most of the time. Until somebody starts yelling or you hear a crunching sound. Sarimanok is the local word for chicken.

           Healthwise, today is best rated “stable”. One bright spot is I heard someone outside at the back ask for a small saw. I walked out and nobody was there. Just the long fence and walkway between he various sheds. So I stepped back into the shade and five minutes later, there it was again. Nobody. An hour later, the neighbor came over to mention his TV was on the blink, so Festus is canceled next week. I mentioned the voice asking for the saw and he was taken aback. That was him and the other neighbor in the front yard. He could not believe I heard it from that distance. Yes, and I heard it while the compressor was running.

ADDENDUM
           I agree on most women’s dating woes, but that isn’t saying they are right. The major point batted around is that successful women create a surplus of easy sex in the marketplace. This makes logic to me, because of my views on infrastructure—only people successful in their own environment can shape and choose the world about them. The reality for most people is they have almost no say in how and where they live. That, tells a quick glance, is not the ideal circumstance for meeting the mate of your dreams.
           And that definitely applies to dating. Right or wrong, women want to “date up” and that is your root cause of unrealistic expectations. I surfed such web posts for a couple hours and it did not leave me feeling any empathy for your average woman. I admit I choose my women for what they can bring into my world—but I only got that way after extreme exposure. I said extreme exposure, and nobody listened. I spent over ten years in an office building with 200 women, but that is a different story. The things I learned of women, you do not want to know.

           Of course, I paid attention to what these “successful” women wanted in a man. It was a repeat of the seventh grade. The usual stipulation was “tall” which apparently means 5-foot-10 and is often coming from women who are under 5-foot-4. Men are no better for insisting on “pretty”, but the difference is women are supposed to know better.
           How about a closer look at, say, the top five “successful” women, confined to America and since there are not that many, we’ll include heirs and divorcees as “self-made”. I would narrow it down to these women:

Judy Love – the Love’s truck stop widow.
Diane Hendricks – the ABC supply chain widow.
Judy Faulkner – Epic medical records, probably unique.
Marian Ilitch – the Little Caesar’s widow.
I give up, I could only find four.

           Falkner, who is married and 82, is what I would rate self-made. All those leaky medical records that keep getting stolen? She designed the original record-keeping system. A programmer, her philosophy parallels mine. Never borrow money. Never acquire or get acquired, the company shares are tightly held, though I am still curious how she broke into the business. In 1979, I too was a budding database fan, but could not find a single bank or business who would adopt my system, I even went door-to door to people who loved my work.
           Did I ever mention my very first database? It was a mailing list, which were common, but this one kept track of which address, not which person, had already received a flyer. A 30% savings in cost in printing and postage, but not even the local newspaper, who lost money on over-deliveries, would adopt it. Note that in 1979 I did not have a computer, I had to drive 65 miles to the nearest campus and beg for time. The only output was printed reports I designed myself, which were then processed manually.

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March 13, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 13, 2025, the morning off.
Five years ago today: March 13, 2021, why combat robots?
Nine years ago today: March 13, 2017, a horse-racing term.
Random years ago today: March 13, 1982, not that Boston.

           We need some excitement around here. Today that could amount to more time in the shed. Nothing like being stuck in a chair to make walking suddenly seem like fun. Gas soars, yet only 2.2% of US oil goes through Hormuz. Ray-B is finally able to play some music again, but has to wear special noise muffs. No gigs, but he’s got a stead girlfriend or I think he does. He writes originals, so I asked for some tracks. Nothing has happened today but I still need the day off.

           Before I forget, I confirmed my appointments next week and they will be taking a close look at why my wounds are taking their time. One thing that does not help is that LifeVest, because it is heavy. If you leave it on the desk, you will eventually stand up with the cable attached. It falls and tugs on the shoulders. Or if you use the shoulder strap, the top edge lines up with part of the incision and that causes hurt. Can’t win.
           I set the game camera wrong, an easy error with its 3-position slide switch. Here’s the last footage of the frustrated squirrel who cannot get the birdseed from the railing like before. This round of Squirrel Wars goes to me, the Defender of Cardinals. How long before this guy pulls something else. Not the semi-mess in the yard, with the big ladder that has, over time, put on so much weight I can’t lift it. I’ll reset the camera for the raccoon trails tonight, we have not seen them for a while.

           Morning did not bring any activity. I’ve finally paid extra for the bandwidth to watch movies. Today’s feature is, “Red Dragon” with Hannibal the Cannibal. What a novel theme, that whole series. And yes, he finally does blink, right at the beginning of his first scene. What’s this? Apple is getting high praise for the cheapest laptop they have ever marketed. $599, I’ll take a look. The Reb called and we are both getting the same non-response from Caltier. This is not a complaint, they have paid out money—but the seasoned investor knows the source and distribution details are important.
           For example, if they [Caltier] sell a property, I expect a much different amount of money than if they rent out all the units. It’s just great to chat, around here there is nobody really intelligent or informed enough about anything but their own tiny affairs. We discussed the deteriorating situation with social security and the mounting backlash against illegals on welfare. No way should illegals be getting twice as much as citizens, or getting anything at all.
           Later, “Red Dragon” was weak, the character of the killer was never that scary, the women not that pretty. Generally good acting, but not a masterpiece. Trivia, it was six years ago today that COVID-19 was declared a “global pandemic”. By Fauci, who has still gone into hiding. Wales has become the first country to enact a law whereby politicians who lie can be fired. America needs a law saying they must answer direct yes/no questions. In very de-emphasized news, the European Panel (their sorry excuse for a parliament) has ramped up the return rate of refugees. Let them seek freedom where they belong.
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11th Power Lineup.
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           And just like that, the day is gone. I walked 30 paces to the game camera and got winded. No such thing as a quick nap these days, I was out for three hours. I brought this up talking to the doctor’s assistant this morning, who tells me all these spells I’m having are normal. Maybe for lazy people with little to do, but naps like that put me out too much. We have a woodpecker visitor, though it might not be the downey. So I went back outside a second time to reset the camera, and folks, that is how fine the margin—I almost did not make it back to the house. One moment you are walking, the next you just flop down and can’t move. I just squeezed back and fell asleep for nearly five hours.’ Told ya. And this is just a doggie painting because I have nothing else for you.

           Next I found “Dune 2021”, the movie. It’s already dark, another empty day. But I will break this cycle. I’ve never much followed the plot of Dune but the special effects are great. Another society that has nuclear propulsion but still has a medieval economy. Advanced as these galactic types are, they never can find peaceful planets with the resource they are seeking. This time, it is sand worms again. Argh, I’ve run up against some sort of youTube blocker. I’ll leave the hack to those who have the time, instead I took a closer look and SLM, or small language models.

           These are the algorithms that work on smaller A.I. data files. That’s small as in this entire blog is too small to move the needle. They call it A.I. but once more, a close look shows it is not. It takes the data and shunts it into numeric slots, then finds patterns that are used to predict what comes next. So once again, no intelligence, just sophisticated pattern matching. And confined to text input, probably because their recording of your private conversations are all they really got.
           Years ago in this blog, I reviewed “Ship of Gold”. It has been salvaged and one of the treasure hunters just got out of jail. The shipwrecks are supposedly subject only to maritime law, but various governments have laid claims. Thompson spent ten years in jail for refusing to tell where he’d stashed gold coins—even though he wisely said that he could not remember. The coins are worth around $50 million. If he had read this blog 12 years ago, he might have had a happier time of it.
           I’ll say it again—if you find an unexpected fortune, do NOT tell anyone, particularly not the authorities. Fisher lost his most valuable artifact when it was ruled historical and seized by a museum. I believe JZ’s family was one of the investors, I know they knew the Fishers. And it is probably nothing, but Silverstein, the guy who bought and insured the World Trade Center, just acquired the US Bank tower in Los Angeles.

ADDENDUM
           The Senate today passed a housing affordability law, banning investors from owning more than 350 single family homes. If you own fewer, you are not deemed and investor, and to won more, you just form another company. Doing business this way is a lasting legacy of the Democrats, you know. Old people vote for them and then blame their woes on society, no I do not feel sorry for old people who have to go back to work to make ends meet. At least not without knowing who they voted for. I didn’t used to be that way.
           When I lived out west, I enjoyed watching the crazy people in California did their own graves. It was a given the moment Proposition 13 was passed (back in ’78) that liberals would instantly begin trying to find ways around it. That’s the law that limits property taxes to 1% of assessed value—with caps on assessments. The latest scam is a “property transfer tax” that aims to levy 6% of the sales price, payable by the seller. And your average city home in that State is around a million dollars. Midterms will be here before you know it, this could be fun. If the Democrats lose, it is not just turmoil. The corruption is so bad, the place will face collapse.
           And I propose a new term for these places that want a fee to protect the data they collected on you, to remove pop-up ads, and don’t say they are subscription sites: e-blackmail. If you see it, you saw it here first.

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