O.K., kids. . . here's a little puzzle I got for you from Highlights magazine. It isn't quite "Find the Face in the Forest," but fun nonetheless. Can you name this figure from "The Greatest Show on Earth"?
How long do you think it will be before CNN, The NY Times, or WaPo starts using "Trumpstein"? You know they watch this site carefully. Just a day after I wrote that Trump won't release "all the files," all three were filled with just such stories.
You'll usually read it here first.
I wonder if A.I. would let me make a two headed, three breasted woman on purpose? I'm afraid to find out.
I haven't a narrative nor anything, really, in mind to write today. Thinking about Hemingway's dictum that 90% of a narrative should be below the psychological surface, I am ashamed of writing about caring for my mother. All I should have said is:
"Things were not the same. They would never be the same again. He saw the world in fragments before him. He would need to gather the fragments, he thought, and make it over again. As his one time friend had told him, he would need to make it new!"
Something like that. It needs work.
And that is why I don't write fiction. It would need work. I would have to spend many more hours a day to produce anything at all. Rather--bang! bang! bang!--hammer it out like Bukowski and Thompson.
"He's not a writer; he's a typewriter."
No, man. . . I'm just a spiritual journalist--with an unknown mission.
Here's a statistic some may not want to hear--violent crime in America is WAY down since Trump got elected.
Hmm.
I guess that's because they are not counting any of the illegal things ICE and its "affiliates" are doing as crimes.
But trust me, I desire a safer world.
I'm out of ideas, kids, so let's wrap today's show up and set it on its way.
Oh. . . did you solve the puzzle? Yea. . . the top of the frame is futzed up.
Ho!
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