Hammer Mill Days

I feel a draft. Don't you feel a draft, Marvin (my personal robot assistant)? Oh, right. I forget you're made of brass and polystyrene. What about you, mansized tuber? Oh, right. You're a plant. Guess it's just a "me" thing. Well, we knew it would be difficult to spend nights out in the courtyard of the Cheney Hammer Mill, our erstwhile squat house. Not that that place was insulated and tight as a drum. Quite the contrary. But at least there were places deep inside the mill where you couldn't see sunlight. Can't say the same for this potting shed. It's got more holes than a North Dakota oil field. And it's twice as greasy. When the wind blows, it whistles. (Or maybe Anti-Lincoln whistles ... not sure.) Yes, we've had to make do in a lot of ways since moving out of the dump into this wreck of a shack, driven from our home by some drunken upstairs neighbors who hate our freedoms. (Like the freedom to live undisturbed in a hammer mill ...

We have had Cuba, Iran, and North Korea under sanction for decades; Venezuela under sanction for a number of years now. These examples are all for political reasons, of course. In the cases of Cuba and Iran, we dole out punishment for the unforgivable crime of "stealing" something quite valuable from us ... specifically, Cuba and Iran. With North Korea, it's basically get-back for their not having lost the Korean war after we reduced their country to rubble in the early 1950s. It was the same situation with Vietnam for a couple of decades, before we half-forgave them for what we did to them. (Not a typo.) If, of course, we didn't have a craven foreign policy, who would we call out? I have a few candidates. Balsonaro's Brazil. Make no mistake - the reason why there have been more than 70,000 fires in the Amazon this year is because this clown fascist has been encouraging ranchers, miners, loggers, and soybean farmers to clear this irreplaceable resource for fu