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There are issues I have strong opinions and care very much about, such as saving the planet, legalizing marijuana, and Bernie Sanders should be president.
Then there are issues I don’t care very much about at all, not enough to have even formed an opinion. Like the toilet paper argument. Do you place it on the roller so that the paper comes down in the back like a duck’s ass, or so that it comes over the top and down the front, like an elephant’s trunk? I don’t care. As long as there’s paper, I’m good.
Then there are some things in the middle, that are really unimportant in the grand scheme of things – they will neither hasten nor divert the ecological disaster heading our way – but I just can’t help having an opinion on them any way. Star Trek is better than Star Wars, Hawaiian Pizza is a perfectly acceptable thing to order now and again, and Holidays should stay in their own damned month.
Christmas has been gradually spreading its evil, jingly bell tentacles back and back, until they had to invent Black Friday as sort of a barrier fence to protect Thanksgiving. Here, where Thanksgiving is not a thing, except occasionally among groups of expats, you start seeing Christmas ads even earlier.
This year it seems Halloween is getting jealous, and is starting to carve out a larger section of the calendar for its own bad self. I’m seeing the ads already. Which is sort of ridiculous, as much as I enjoy Halloween.

You can have a costume party any time you like, and nobody will object if you serve candy. Everybody likes candy. But, the black and orange everything, and the whole monster, ghost and graveyard shtick, should be limited to the last week of October.

There have to be limits, people. Otherwise, it is anarchy and madness.

I’m not big on weekends at the cottage. Nobody there speaks English and there’s not a lot to do. But one day is all right, and today was a lovely day. Indian Summer or, as they call it here, Babileto, which is Grandmother’s Summer. But, really, it’s still summer. People start saying Autumn as soon as school starts, and I’ve already seen plenty of Hallowe’en posts, memes and adverts appearing.

No! Hold back the time. Do not go gently into that winter chill. Today was high summer, if ever a day was.
We had to go up to help with the potato harvest. Actually, as far as labor force, we were pretty superfluous. There were less than 20 rows, in a little corner of a much larger field, and they had about three families helping. I had nothing to compare it with, but I know my father-in-law thought it was pretty sparse pickings, due to the unusually dry summer, but it looked like quite a bit to me.
And, as the field is at the top of the town, the view was spectacular, over the fields, and forests rising up the mountains (well, big hills but there are mountains behind them not far away) After, we went and roasted sausages on sticks over a fire at the neighbor’s house. Slightly different view, still lovely, all the different shades of green, and you can see the ruins of a castle from about the 12th century.
That time is part of this time. Everything is one.

It’s second hand because I didn’t actually watch the debate.. Live was not going to happen. I suppose I could have found it streaming on the internet if I’d wanted to stay up until 3 in the morning because of, you know, time zones.
And then, while perusing the comments on it this morning, the general consensus was that it was a bit of a snoozefest. Tulsi was not invited (if you want to have a party, you’ve got to invite the popular girl, you know), and Bernie wasn’t called on to talk much. They didn’t even ask him about climate change, and that’s his topic more than anybody’s, now the Inslee’s out of the race.
I guess the best moment was Biden’s ‘gaffe’ although it wasn’t really that much of a gaffe, by Biden standards. Freudian slip maybe. Or, just an idea that’s so heavy in the air that his senile old man senses somehow picked it up. Whatever the reason, he referred to Bernie Sanders as ‘president’ before correcting himself and saying ‘my friend from Vermont.’ See, it’s not as big a gaffe as saying ‘Raprock Obama’ or ‘President My Boss.’
Anyway, I sure like the sound of this one. President Sanders. Let’s just call him that from now on. It’s a good joke on crooked old Joe, and it’s a basic principal in 9 out of 10 self-improvement guides that you should visualize the win, in order to make it so.
Thanks for the boost, Joe. We Berners appreciate it.

I must admit, I have underestimated the amount of resistance there is to Bernie among the DNC and the media. When Bernie has a huge crowd, you hear about it on social media, especially if you are already on board with Bernie, but not so much if you are still getting most of your information from TV, or newspapers.
Consider Whoopi Goldberg. Here is a woman who comments on politics on a national network, and up until a week or so ago she had no idea that Bernie is in favor of making large corporations pay their fair share of taxes. She honestly had no idea.
So, we have to find a way to get more TV exposure, and we don’t really have a lot of money. No matter how many of us send $27, it won’t outweigh the millions and hundreds of millions the big money people are prepared to invest in this.
So, here’s one suggestion. Start following the news. I mean, start following reporters from CNN, and NBC, and CBS, and ABC, and Fox. Stand behind them with Bernie signs, and wearing Bernie T-Shirts, whenever they are interviewing somebody at a Warren rally, or talking to some party hack about how Joe Biden can unify the party.
Sure, they may get confrontational, and ask you to move. I’m not suggesting anybody should get aggressive, or risk jail, but you’ve always got the right to be on a public sidewalk.
This may not be the classiest, or most mature suggestion, and I’m sure that Bernie himself would never suggest it. Sure would get people talking about him, though, and whenever people are talking about Bernie, Bernie always wins. Because he’s got the best policies, and he’s not crooked.

p.s. this campaign tactic would work for supporters of Tulsi Gabbard, as well

It’s the 18th anniversary of the fall of the Twin Towers, and I don’t know if it’s because of my own Facebook bubble, but I’m noticing more of the controlled demolition posts than in previous years.
It could be the people I’ve surrounded myself with.

I definitely believe it was an inside job. I believe Dick Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld were definitely involved, I believe Marvin Bush was their inside man at the WTC and that building owner Larry Silverstein, who received a massive and uncontested insurance settlement, was on board. I believe it was foreshadowed by the statement from the PNAC (Project for a New American Century) statement to the effect that they would need a Pearl Harbor style event to attain their goals.
But, it’s probably never going to be proven, one way or the other. It’s like the Kennedy assassination. And probably hundreds of other events that we’ve never even heard of, stretching back through time, because neither deception nor power mongering are new developments in human nature. They’ve been with us from the very beginning.