Your Washington Post publishes a hit-piece on evil foreign shitlords. Said evil foreign shitlords are not hindered by the peasant-appeasing TAX SHACKLES! that hamper Our noble shitlords' money laundering laws and those dastardly foreign shitlords take advantage of their lack of TAX SHACKLES! to beat Our noble shitlords in shitloard ladder matches, the evil bastards, (not that Our noble shitlords, led by the Grand Poobah of Our noble shitlords, the owner of the Washington Post, are complaining, mind, or are both begging that their TAX SHACKLES be forever removed and forever be attached to evil foreign shitlords, that would be ignoble)
Peak goldenrod season, above Rachel Carson yesterday.
In case there's anyone out there: I got a text from our cousin Jennifer, her dad, my mother's sister's husband, my Uncle Wayne, who took us fossil hunting in southwest Pennsylvania including once where we could watch the multiple freight trains do the big curve near Altoona and my cousin Eric found a trilobyte, died early Saturday morning past, this two week's after she'd texted me, our first communication since I texted her my mother died, Jennifer now a grandmother! she texted me! I asked her to tell him I said hi and she said she did, Wayne, rest in peace, a good guy
Hawlings River, Rachel Carson, yesterday
Yesterday was Lindsey Buckingham's 72nd birthday, there will be no cascade this year, and while I am still stupid for his music I'm not *as* stupid as once, this happening everywhere with everything but hiking with Earthgirl
THREE SONGS AT THE END OF SUMMER