...
Despite my weirdly choppy posting "schedule". I've been working on restoring my nerve endings by listening to a bunch of really goofy bodice ripper slash romance novel esque morality stories composed by AI. So no accounts of anything remotely explicit, nothing to actually induce the ripping of bodices, but heavy on the ideal relations between men and women. Mountain men. Cowboys. Indians. ALL very large and muscled. Better'n the old novels' beefcake. Dreamy as fuck.
So, feeling beaten to a pulp, by moral outrages in every direction, every click, as I do, I've been mostly in restoration mode. Can't bring myself to endure ANYONE in our government to the end of any video, short or long, letting my eyeprints land on not only just headlines, but only headlines from trusted sources before I return to the machine-created early American western love stories.
I made it half way through this video. Tucker talking with a war hero. With little stabs of angina quickening until I decided to just snap it off and link it for you.
It's dawn and 71ยบ here. Nice thick fog. So I'm hoping the fog stays, it doesn't get much warmer, and does not turn into another hot, blast furnace day like it was yesterday.
pipe up any time....
