The pictures showed side by side, hands stuck in jeans back pockets, but alas no chimp, no disclaimer, and no single payer. Perhaps more media coverage than Sanders...including a session with celebrity photographer Anne Lebowitz, who herself was wearing a new pair of jeans every day, back in the day.
I’m not going to get all wound up in it...my heart was broken in 2000 after I’ve never fully recovered from the after affects of 1992 even. I’m not driving...a Saxophone or Electric guitar...strings attached, and a party of one running congress, banking on, well ...banking, not rational, sustainable, policy.
War? What’s It good for? Mass incarceration. American Fascism, offshore banking, and religious fanaticism.
Beto...is no Obama, but is a silly boy really. Like right out of Giant, tainted, Texas style...just dirty enough to seem homemade. My, oh my. Sure he’s your goy! Not mine, but I’m not driving.
The scent of it is so far from Yale law school that only a kook would be looking extra deep at the deeper play, and if there is no there there, then there is nothing...except optics here.
Bankers are terrified of Warren. The Oligarchs pretend Sanders does not exist....on and on down the list. I’m sick of it already, already; at least the suns coming out today.
I’m hiking today, not wearing jeans...to the bay, and back. It’s still too cool out for shorts...people are wearing them anyway. The homeless kid does not wear shoes, ever. He is a lot smarter than me, and Beto, and younger too. His four year degree is in chemistry. He is not running, or wearing jeans. I’m glad, because he is angry that no one has given him a truck. His mother cut him off, but still loves him, she is just no longer flying him all over the world after paying his tuition. He despises her, and his step father...but seems to be slowly realizing he has only himself to credit, for everything. I’m on his side, except when he starts on his parents. That’s done I say, when I know it’s not, but it’s not my job to fix him. He’s healthier than Trump.
Bonzo my not be alive, or awake, but I’m up and at ‘em. Happy trails to me.