chikin-likker

When I was a boy and attention was on Europe, it'd've occurred to few to nobody that seventy-five years thence world peace, or at least peace in the northern hemisphere, would teeter on events in Iran where the theme is hatred, and North Korea where the theme is paranoia about not being noticed. But that's where we are.

Also when I was a boy, nobody would ever have thought that three-quarters of a century on, the American public itself would be a hatred-divided populace voting on whether to hang on to the beloved American dream or to emulate 1933 Germany. But, incredibly, that also is where we are as 2024 moves forward.

Someone needs to travel back in Time, to the Jurassic, and step on an ant or something, so we wouldn't be what we are becoming.

It's 23°F here, wind N 10 mph, 71% and Feels Like 12° according to the Weather icon on my phone. 

CSL FLEXVIK 492x77 arriving to load Kraft liner for Moin.

Magic mug: last two sips of coffee still hot an hour and a half later.

Okay, slipping into food mode. Supper last night: 12 ounce mug of pot-likker, this one a 50/50 mix of chicken bones pot liquor and pot liquor from leftover collard greens. Breakfast this frigid Wednesday morning in mid-January 2024, either a chicken sandwich with mayonnaise on extra thin Pepperidge Farm whole wheat bread or a pineapple sandwich with mayo on PF's extra thin white bread.

On the bottom of my magic coffee mug press the button two seconds to power off.

RSF&PTL

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