So, topics I wanna talk about more in depth but won’t for various reasons.

Trump blaming BIDEN for the economy. Nope. You putchyer big f*ckin’ toddler thumb on a few “scales” here and there and you did this all by yourself. “Sleepy/Crooked” Joe had nothing to do with this.

RFKJR will find a “cure” for “autism” by September (or whenever)? Nope. Decoding what causes “autism” (a huge sprawling “spectrum” of issues) is (IMHO) not gonna be untangled until well after we are all dead, if it ever is untangled. It is much more complicated than changing legacy on-line banking systems to web applications. For example. Also, a lot of people “on the spectrum” do not want to be “fixed”. They want to be understood and treated with dignity. Like we all do.

Apparently our Great Lake State governor Big Gretch has “cuddled up” to the Orange Baboon enough to get a bunch of Democrats to give her “shade” for cozying up to the enemy. Trump IS an emeny, to everyone in our country, not just to Big Gretch. What did Big Gretch do? She helped her state out by negotiating with Trump to get a bunch of fighter jets stationed at an air force base in The Great Lake State. If Trump doesn’t change his mind (as he is wont to do, is he actually a woman?), this will be a good thing for my state. I dunno but I suspect Gretch has enough of an emotional quotient and savvy to figger out how to handle a cretin like Trump. But who knows. I do know that she has NOT changed her value system. This is the kind of thing we want in politicians.

The title is from when my niece Pengie was about four. She was standing in front of the moomincabin refrigerator in the morning thinking about what she wanted to eat for breakfast. That particular summer, the Old Cabin (next door) was uninhabited for a week or so and my brother and his family were staying there. Pengie was probably up earlier than her parents so they sent her next door to us at the moomin and we we were more than happy to have her with us. As a child I was constantly running back and forth between the Old Cabin and the moomin.

So Pengie was looking for breakfast. We (The Commander and my dad and me) sorta forgot about the brain spinning stuff and were talking in the background of Pengie’s brain. And then. She announced, “My brain just stopped. It stopped on salami!” Of course she was served salami PDQ.

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