Song for Sonny Liston
Mark Knopfler is such a master of story telling. Everything on his album “Shangri La” is amazing. “Boom, Like That” about Ray Kroc; “Sucker Row” about Las Vegas; “Don’t Crash the Ambulance” about a fictional handoff from Bush the senior to Bush the junior even though they don’t have the same name and eight years had elapsed between their presidencies. “5:15 AM” a strangely ghostly tune that involved both mining dead and north England gangsters. “Shangri La” about that heartbreaking end of summer, and end of love.
Every time a celebrity dies we are subjected to weeks of news coverage. Cassius Clay died. Bury him. There is no good excuse for spending half of all prime time news shows on a boxer. Boxing simply isn’t that important. He was an amazing boxer, and obviously had more dignity than the average news producer.
I stiff armed the news all weekend until this evening. I’ve got my eye rolling exercises done for the week.
On the political front it appears Clinton and Sanders are neck and neck in California. Trump continues to step in his own poop.
I can’t in good conscious find myself ever voting for Sanders. Someone who has never had a real job, never even received a paycheck until he was 40, and was a conscientious objector during Viet Nam.
To the warrior class conscientious objector = coward. And now he wants to be the commander in chief?
Nope. Could not and will not.
Hillary belongs in jail. She can’t play stupid and pretend that mishandling classified information isn’t serious. If, when I was in the Navy I had ever mishandled - misdirected, mislabeled any classified document I would still be at Fort Leavenworth - breaking big rocks into little rocks.
She is such an awful human being. She got her 2am phone call and slept through it.
Trump. Gawd. Just listening to him makes me want to cry. How can such an educated man step on his tongue every time he opens his mouth? He is so ham-handed on every subject. Even things I agree in theory with him he approaches so inappropriately.
No matter what happens we are fucked. If you think Bernie is the answer yo’ momma dropped you on your head. Point at one (just one, that’s all I’m asking) country where socialism has ever worked. Then ask yourself if you would move there. Greece? Venezuela? Don’t forget the whole Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. China? Viet Nam?
They are at their core failed systems.
I think I am better off paying no attention to politics.
Now on to things that make me happy.
Julie Lescova. She’s kinda got a Rita Hayworth thing going on here. 5‘10” 36C-24-36 of tasty Latvian. Me-freaking-ow!
Barbara Beall. She is the girl in those Benefiber commercials. She is always presented toned down, but I saw through that and saw the hotness.
I started an experiment in January. Any time I spend cash (which isn’t often - I mostly use my debit card) - I put the change in a jar. I counted it a couple of days ago. I have almost 500 bucks in change and small bills. My bank is going to love me when I finally take that in to cash out.
I am considering making a drive to Texas late in the fall, to visit with my son and his family. I think I could make it there in 2.5-3 days.
Another job popped up on the BMSBC web site. HR analyst. A bunch of database work which is right up my alley.
Thus my task tomorrow is to spool up yet another resume and cover letter and submit. I need flying money.
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