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Friday, July 4, 2025

First 'mendment



https://www.google.com/search?q=speech+religion+press+assembly+and+the+right+to+petition+the+government+%22trump%22&oq=speech+religion+press+assembly+and+the+right+to+petition+the+government+%22trump%22

https://www.google.com/search?q=alien+and+sedition+act&oq=alien+and+sedition+act (1798)

History can blur the dates and times really easily. But it seems (my first impression is)
that the amendment was written and THEN the act was made.
It eventually went away, but "Sometimes they come back"

(link)





There were fireworks this year, but they did not seem as loud as years past.

I've always thought (prolly wrongly) that I could tell the gunfire from the fireworks.
Gunfire is so loud and regularly spaced and has an echo.
Fireworks just go "boom" or sizzle pointlessly.

Lotsa country music on TV too. Not sure what that means.... 
"Twilight Zone" was on its yearly marathon, and a long boring movie about John Adams.
Long weekend ahead, maybe everyone moved somewhere else for it.
Well whatever.

I wanted to Link to what other blogs and books had to say, but I cannot unless I publish this.

It's what I'm thinking, it's a blog, but thinking is dangerous. 
So it's a draft.

New! Improved! Despotism (Now comes in Two Flavors!)















time marches on, and life goes on, and any other bromides I forgot.
Well, just as an example, my usual monthly dose of insulin consists of two Vials, for 35.00.
35.00 is important to this long story that I shall condense: It went up in price drastically to 70.00.

I had a similar experience several months ago,  and ever after, it dropped back down to 35.
Now it's 70 again.
When this multipart saga resolves, I'll write another chapter.
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Speaking of groceries....
OK this is a rant, Happy??
The lemon-juice bottle from amazon actually looks exactly like a small juice bottle.
Meaning you'll spill it easier trying to put a small amount on a dish.
Small? Small? try "flash flood" from the wide-mouth opening on the bottle!!

Well it happened, my stomach is officially pissed off.
It called Billie Rubin, with much bile and vituperation, and she (it?) busted a pipe to quell the dissent down there, and all I can say is "Imodium, Imodium, thou hast forsaken me!!"
Normally I'm a great cook for the Jabba-the-Hut of my stomach, but then I read stuff and it all goes to shit.

The extractor in a laundry extracts water. 




It's a huge thing that looks like a carnival ride (do they still use extractors? Is that carnival ride still there?
The large intestine vacuums up the water and goodies, turning the rest into a biggie sausage,
But 
It's busted.










"Mucus eases passage"
("We don't need no stinking Mucus")






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