My wish...

I guess the most I can hope for out of life is to drop painlessly, cross-eyed dead sometime after threescore and ten. Perhaps with enough warning that I can spend all the money I may have left. I also hope that if any money is left I could arrange to have it go to buying a round for everybody and anybody on a day and tavern of My choice...once a year. I do not wish the thirsty to toast Me or even know from where the round came, they should only enjoy the beer.

I guess I do not aspire to live to a ripe old age. This strikes Me as the ultimate Arab curse. It is said a person spends as much on medical crap the last five years of life as that same person spends on medical crap for all his or her previous years. I wish to skip the last five years. I do not wish legacy, funeral or headstone and do not wish for any visitations or celebrations of life...only to be cremated and don't even bother to scatter the ashes, they will scatter themselves.

I also do not intend the Government on any level to get any small amount of money that might be left. Government is, after all the enemy of us all. I have lost really very little to thieves and crooks over the years, but much has been onerously taken by Government. I would rather scoundrels and rascals get any left overs of My demise. I vow to return and haunt the Government Organ that steals (legal or not) so much as a penny from My paltry and poor estate.

Naturally, I hope for a zero sum game and regret only that I cannot take a scooter with me to "fiddler's green"...so, "have one on Me" unless Government cheats You out of  the small pleasure of  the drink that I wish for You. 

Stay thirsty, My Friends... 
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Stormy weather

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It may be too soon to make up our minds about the release of
Sgt. Bowe Bergdahl. There is indication enough that the man may be a "Major Squirrel" and if I were My President
I would not bust my ass to meet with him in person.
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Every place you go in Iowa you will see empty storefronts. Sadly, this seems true in larger places and smaller communities. They must be doing alright in Iowa City...in the past few years they have put up dozens of brand new storefronts to be empty. Must be some unwritten (maybe written) rule that the bottom floor of each new apartment block, built to rip off students must include storefront and office space. Only a hopeless optimist could think all these new storefronts would ever be needed. Iowa City can be proud that they have the "very finest" unused storefronts in Iowa.

*Hey!, maybe I could fulfill My lifelong dream of opening a 24 hour "Mandarin Orange shop" or a "Gourmet Fish Sticks place"...I could live in the back to keep it from becoming another damned Tavern or Pizza place... 

Comatose

 A coronal mass ejection threatens your use of your
cell phone today...
Do I feel sorry for you?
not a bit

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 A New Symbol for Iowa City

 

 

 

Some little bug is going to get you someday,
some little bug is going to get you someday,
and with a nervous little twitter,
you'll get cirrhosis of the liver,
some little bug is going to get you someday...