I wish I had stuff to say …

… but I don’t.

So, here’s some other stuff:

**  I am sad to hear about Jimmy Carter’s health. He’s a great man, an under-rated President and an all-around mensch. I have enormous respect for him. I do hope his days are peaceful, whatever time he has left.

**  I have no idea what the hell people are thinking when they “endorse” Donald Trump. I get that he’s saying things that a lot of people want to say and he’s doing it in a way that tells you he has zero fucks to give about what you think. However, the idea of him having the kind of power that the office of the President holds scares me to all hell and back. Having zero fucks about those in your care with the power to send them off to war (that might just happen to benefit your bottom line), to take away the only means of support they have and all manner of other things – I have no words for any of that. No words other than “Please, God. Let’s not let that happen, if at all possible.”

** The only person I feel has half a clue is (and has been for a LONG time) Bernie Sanders. He takes no money from outside sources, is concerned with the death of the middle class and all the money going to the 1% and the issues that are causing so many to lose their footing. If Hilary Clinton gets the nomination, I will support her. But she is not my choice, even if she’s positioned to be the first woman president.

Gosh, how did I go down this political avenue?

Veers back toward reality of some sort.

Can I complain about the insipid shit people post on FB? No?

Durn.

Can I say that sometimes people get wonky and it colors their perception?

What? I say that all the time?

I know. I, too, get wonky and have my perception colored black half the dag time.

See? Told you I had nuffin to say.

Might could I just stop talking then?

Yes.