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Sunday, January 4, 2026

Grapes

 You could write a freakin' book on grapes and the people picking them.
I won't.
This is a train of thought that starts with a picture.
(You could write *another* book on GMO products, good vs scary)




The train:
Peru?!
Butch Cassidy and Sundance...
Where is Peru? (Where is Bolivia?)
Uhm, Trump?
(Where exactly is "Idaho"?)




"Contradictory trade environment" (Their words, not mine)
Yeah, I was wondering....
Don't we (US) grow grapes?
No one to pick them?
Tariffs (protection money) 
Ahh, nevermind.

Edit: 
The answer (apparently) is: Seasons!
We're freezin' our asses off in buckets of rain while they bask.
(Off with their heads! Up the tariff!
(Got oil?)


And we need grapes for some mindless tradition I just found out about.
But you also need a chiming-clock.
You can get damn near any clock to beep noises but the ones with piano-strings and hammers....?
















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Don't you love how specific they are?
Maybe it's the weather, world hunger, or air pollution
We don't have "Vertical hold" anymore, (it's been turned into a movie, a rap group, and a meme) and so I cannot refer to it, but I swear I *lost* vertical hold for a few seconds, hmm
OK fine, My RL (real-life) picture kept "bouncing"
You..you wouldn't understand.d, nevermmindd



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