Hammer Mill Days

What the hell. Did I get that wrong, too? Jesus Christ on a bike. Just make a freaking list, okay. And no, I'm not making a special effort to be polite today - that's just the way I talk ... every day. Oh, hello. Didn't know you were reading what I appear to be typing in my sleep. Yes, just spending a day exploring my human failings, which appear to be depressingly similar to those of other humans. No, I didn't think of myself as somehow elevated above the herd. It's just that I can SEE all of them, whereas I can't see MY ass unless I'm looking in a mirror. And there are no unbroken mirrors in the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill. (That should come as no surprise.) What was I "effing up", as they say? Well ... a couple of things. Last night I left Trevor James Constable's orgone generating machine running at full tilt. Mitch Macaphee says it came up as a blip on his stellar infrarometer, whatever the hell that is. I apparently created an anom...

Lots going on this week, so I'll comment on a few random things. Stop me if it gets confusing. Cuba vs. Cuba. The spectacle of Cruz and Rubio spouting anti-immigration rhetoric in a kind of xenophobic pissing match is hypocritical beyond belief. Here are two examples of the offspring of Cuban exiles, their parents having arrived in the United States under the extremely preferential terms that have been in effect for Cuban immigrants since the early 1960s, an experience nothing like what immigrants from other Central American nations have to deal with. When you leave revolutionary Cuba and go to the U.S., you have a golden ticket. You're practically guaranteed a green card and a place in the exile community. Compare that with what you face when you run here escaping the drug gangs in El Salvador - a cell in an outsourced cinder-block detention facility and an eventual boot out the door. The Cuban exile policy is the perfect illustration of what these GOP pols complain about...