Friday

This is professedly not a diary, but Malinda, Linda and I enjoyed visit and supper with Walt & Judy last night, at a for good reason crowded seafood restaurant at Pensacola Beach, oysters for me. 

Short appointment at doctor office yesterday afternoon, this morning we expect a call from the neurosurgeon advising the next step toward clipping Malinda's other aneurysm. Whatever news or schedule I will pass along.

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We were driving yesterday morning and did not hear her testimony, but I watched and heard much of his testimony, all credible to my untrained ears. Read this morning that the American Bar Association wants an FBI investigation, conceivably polygraph tests, before Kavanaugh proceeds. 

The process: meanness, accusations back and forth across the political aisle dumping America once and for all into the gutter where are only losers, no more winners or good guys than emerge from a cockfight or bloody screaming cursing yelping growling biting tearing ripping dogfight, low classes of hate-filled blind men. Shame.

Bullies, brutes: next, and already being groomed, Brownshirts marching through downtowns, parading hate flags, stopping to beat up anyone who is not saluting. Earth has been there in our own Time but we have forgotten.  

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