Surprise storms...Meat City...Rat Lattes...Nixon is still dead, right?

Let’s see…okay, we’re finally past Memorial Day weekend. I’m happy to report there were almost no casualties here at The Compound. Well, except for the six windows that were busted out on the west side of the main house during that storm on Saturday night. Appears Tornado Payneinmyass and his band of savage weather thugs got caught flat footed on that one. I don’t think they ever saw it coming. Even the intrepid storm chaser who usually hangs out here locally wasn’t around…he was on the other side of the state!

The Cabinet Saloon replication (aka, The Cab) made it through in good shape. Friend Lamont’s RV is a bit battered, but he has good insurance and there was someone here to replace the broken glass the next day.

The Wife has returned to the roof, though this time she is wearing a Kevlar combat helmet that I keep around for just such occasions.

All in all, we survived I guess. Izzy, the non-driving Buddhist vegan with irretrievably poor eyesight consultant from OKC, asked to be driven back to the truck stop on the west edge of Cosmic City after the storm. He’s had enough country living for a while, I think. Says he’ll be in touch with Skype.

Cousin Fred and I drove Izzy into town on Sunday morning and then went on to Walmart to get some plastic sheeting to cover the broken out windows. As we were wandering through the place looking for rolls of plastic sheeting, I heard something that I never thought I would. John Lennon’s music is now store Muzak. Seriously, they were playing “Nobody Told Me.”

Cousin Fred and I looked at one another, not believing what we were hearing.
Cousin Fred muttered, “That’s sacred music, Brah.”  

I didn’t respond. I was too busy wondering if Yoko is so desperate for cash that she’s selling her long-deceased husband’s tunes for folks to shop by. And then I was wondering if she sold the entire catalog?

I suppose at some point we’ll be hearing “Cold Turkey” or “Working Class Hero?” Oh, maybe “Meat City” over on the meat aisle and they’ll have to play the backward recorded parts frontward. That would be entertaining to see people’s reactions.

Just another example, I suppose, of the decay of civilization as we recognize it. Selling John Lennon’s music to help sell more…whatever…eh, maybe I’m just getting old and cranky. Nah….

According to former CIA director Mike Hayden, we’re in a very dark place in society. Hmmm. He was making the comment during interview that slammed the “hubris” and “ignorance” of The Trump’s son in law, Jared Kushner in trying to establish a back channel for communication with the Russians back in December.

We’re in a dark place as society? We didn’t get here overnight, fool. Yes, there is a lot of contempt and suspicion for the “organs of the state” (parts is parts) as he put it. And, he was an instrument of instilling that contempt. Him and every other political appointee and/or politician since Nixon (Nixon is dead still, right?).

It kills me to defend anything that The Trump’s people say or do, but Hayden is the FORMER, as in ex, head of the Agency. Sit in your recliner at home and watch “The Jerry Springer Show” (today’s episode involves mothers and daughters pregnant by the same carnival show accountant – his name is Alec and he gets around) and shut up already. You no longer have your hand in things. Why are you still talking?

I once knew a very senior government official, who upon retirement, was offered tons of dough to go to work for CNN or Fox. They wanted someone they could turn to in times of crisis to get his take on things. He turned them down (as I recall there were several offers). He figured that once he left the government, nothing he could say would be worth much since he was no longer there as information poured in to make a reasonable analysis.  

But I will give Hayden credit for one thing, he’s probably right, society is on back end of a roller coaster ride from hell and gaining speed as it heads for the broken rail at the bottom.

Take for example, a story I saw on Huffington Post about a café in San Francisco that will this summer offer the opportunity for diners to dine with rats. WTFO? Let me make that clear, not dine on rats, but dine with rats…actually, I’m not sure which is worse.

So, you pay an entry fee and for your money you get to share your coffee or tea and a breakfast pastry with a furry flea-bitten rodent. Now, isn’t that just f***ing special?
AND (but wait there’s more), this is all being sponsored by a Bay Area rat rescue organization. Rat rescue?

Again, WTFO?

I don’t know about any of you, but I generally kill any rats (along with snakes and other things that go bump in the night) that cross my path.

But maybe we’re just sliding toward some new new world order in which we make pals with creepy rodents because, well…it’s all that’ll be left to eat.

Just sayin…

That is all.  
 

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