I think I have made it abundantly clear where I stand on politics.

I don’t.

I don’t give a damn about anything so fervently that it dictates my course of action, unless you count protecting your family.

When I unavoidably see a few stories, they seem to be focused on what a shitty job Jo-Jo is doing and he is blaming his running mate for the bulk of it. I would hope we have come a little father than we were in the age of Ramapitihecus Man.

Maybe not. I rather enjoy the fact that I am not easily influenced by any philosophy or dogma; in my case, that I have a massive brain and I can think for myself.

I like it that way.

If Kamala Harris is the assumptive opponent against Donald Trump in 2024, you know the Democratic pantry is bare.

Evidently (at least it is one angle) Ms. Harris is NOT an effective communicator.

The Vice-President of the United States.

Not an effective communicator.

And if not for Jo-Jo selecting her as his running mate (to garner valuable votes), not sure where she would be, but probably not in the Vice-Presidency.

So with the hopeful eyes of planet Earth all pleading with me, I will ameliorate the crisis.

I can name that tune in four notes.

Stop being a bitch.


Maddogg did it again.

I am heading out to winter wheat and corn country tomorrow night for an open mic.

You non-believers were just sent another Post-it from Mother Nature.

Dear Earth:


You’re fucking up.

As time passes, it appears to this East Los Angeles country boy that the best way to take the heat off yourself is to deflect it to someone else (like a VP), or have a war to do yet another political sleight-of-hand, and try to get the entire country behind a common cause.

Commonality is a disappearing term.

Everyone’s unique. I get it. Blah.Blah.Blah.

My rights are unique to me.

Good keep to yourself.

Like this war that is brewing with Russia and the Ukraine.

Fuck it.

Let ‘em have the Ukraine. I thought it was part of Russia already.

One of our favorite “oldie” television series was The Last Ship which foretold of a global virus that decimated the planet.

Sound familiar?

Jo-Jo recently questioned if elections in this country, going forward, would be conducted legitimately?

Were they ever?

Somewhere, somehow, graft and corruption are the brother and sister to elections at ANY level.

Look it up.

If you are caught in freezing weather, stay warm.

This song is from my old Tucson days:

Cantina Lady

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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