Four (more) tourists have been swept away from this sphere of existence when they were swept out to sea off the coast of Tenerife. While I am saddened any time someone passes on, I would have been one of the dumbasses who appreciates my life a bit more. I would NOT have chosen to ignore the warnings of danger, and I would have either been on high ground or here, at home where the odds of being swept into the sea are zero.
The story is about a man who got up one day in his early twenties and headed up a mountain and he didn’t stop climbing until he got at least a mile up.
There, he fashioned out a dwelling and lived a life surrounded by “mountains, books, sheep, and the seasons.”
No hatred.
No fear.
No distrust.
No crime.
No microplastics.
No wars.
Beauty.
Fresh, clean air.
And they call him crazy.
Sound like anywhere you live?
Meanwhile, in Thailand, a monkey kills a man in his own home, and I was wondering how that could happen?
Did the monkey knock on the door or was it also breaking and entering?
Whatever the case, that sounds like a pretty nasty way to go, death by monkey.
Evidently, they are all over the place. The whole country is basically jungle.
I could move there and find some incredibly smart monkeys. Then I could teach them to sing and harmonize, and I would form them into an ape-Boy Band.
Man, this weed is good.
A sixty-nine-year-old woman sits in a Bahamian “hellhole” of a prison, sentenced to two years after drugs and a .380 pistol were found in her possession as she was on a cruise. She could have bought her way out of the two-year sentence behind bars for eight thousand, which sounds pretty cheap for two years of your life.
She couldn’t come up with the money.
Two years.
Did you hear the “hellhole” part?
Get this: she says she didn’t know it was in her purse.
My take is that if you are so casual and careless about your possession of a deadly weapon, then maybe you shouldn’t be walking around with one.
Come on; let the old bird out. Take the gun from her since her defense attorneys are throwing out the “d” word in case the looney-as-a-jaybird defense doesn’t go so well.
Dementia.
Sure, like everybody over sixty who doesn’t win Jeopardy has dementia.
You just wait…
Now granted, I’m no Perry Mason or Clarence Darrow, but I do know shit from Shinola.
And the story about the guy in Philadelphia (where else?) whose fiancée supposedly stabbed herself twenty times is not Shinola.
The American Way used to be study hard, work hard, and do the right thing. Or you can become a crooked New Jersey cop taking advantage of a broken legal system and make millions of dollars defrauding all the citizens you swore to protect.
Either way.
Stay well.
