After Dinner Thoughts

So I was thinking about socialism and what I don't like about it and I think it's just the prospect of socialists actually being in power that I don't like.

They're too "our way or the gulag" as it is.

Freedom 85

I have a friend in her late 80s who has a four bedroom house in Sault Ste. Marie full of lovely antiques that nobody wants.

Including her own three adult children who don't live in Sault Ste. Marie.

And when my own mother sold her four bedroom house in Sault Ste. Marie, where none of her four adult children lived anymore - ouch, baby. What a bath she took.

I was not surprised. She liked travel more than home maintenance. 

I read alarming articles - at least the authors of them are alarmed - about Millennials not being able to afford home ownership. To which I say, if it's that big a deal that they can't then why aren't our governments regulating against foreign ownership and fly-by-night rentals?

Of course, maybe even if Millennials could afford home ownership (they can't) they wouldn't want to be tied down to it and would continue to rent. And maybe they aren't all that interested in getting married and having kids either, and so don't feel the need for the four bedroom suburban house they grew up in that their parents still own because downsizing means acknowledging your age.

I'm telling you, being sixty is a tough one. As my mother would say, sure, it's better than the alternative but aging ain't for sissies.

Yes, that's right. She didn't give a shit if what came out of her mouth was politically incorrect or not because she wasn't on Twitter and so couldn't get banned from it.

And given the facts of climate change wouldn't it be better if we ALL lived in apartments near our places of employment (or at least the hustle and bustle of people still working) so that we could stop buying cars and the government could finally declare CBC an ad-free zone for the safety of seniors susceptible to unnecessary health insurance purchases and reverse mortgage traps.

I don't know but it seems to me that we need to get our story straight because the last thing we need is Millennials living like boomers and GenXers and then nobody being around to clean out the clutter of their houses when they head off to where they won't be needing any of it.

Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous

When I think about what the real kompromat probably is that the Russian mob has on the Global mob in this world of privately owned islands and millions of poverty stricken and vulnerable children my mind shuts off and I just despair that we have to share the same oxygen these sadistic cretins breathe.

The Bear in the Living Room

We don't have cable so I just read the reaction to the news on Twitter and the people I follow on this mobsters in the White House nightmare we've been living through all say the same thing now, that none of the characters involved will ever tell the whole truth, whether they're being interviewed in a media studio or grilled in a courtroom, because they can't. Their only real oath is to the mobster above them, and they won't break that oath because if they do, they're dead.

On the bright side, Donald Trump is nowhere near the top of the mobster shit pile.

Now Hiring - Update

Offs what even were Harry 's royal duties? I don't recall Prince Andrew having any. And maybe the Queen just needs to accept that nobody except Kate the Commoner really wants her job.

Update: Uh Oh: Russian Billionaire Owns Meghan's Canadian Hideaway

Put Your Own Oxygen Mask on First Dammit!

A few years ago a wise woman told me that if I wished the best for my worst enemy it would serve me well.

It was a tall order, going against type as it did - and oh how it went against type - but I trusted her to know a better way of being - which is an ongoing quest of my type - and so I did it.

I wished the best for my worst enemy.

And of course she was right and I was smart to trust in her and in some weird way of universe magic his success became my success and my fear of him - because that's the cause of enmity, fear - went away and I was able to recognize his humanity.

We all want to be recognized for our humanity, after all, don't we.

Lately I've come to recognize that I suffer from a chronic condition and have since I was a kid. It's anxiety - so fear - and it's made worse by the type of person I am both mentally and physically. Or perhaps it's the other way around. Whatever. It is and I have to live in this world, don't I. I'm not a tech billionaire, after all, I'm tethered to how it actually is down and out here in the real live world.

Luckily, just this morning, the first day of the auspicious seeming year 2020, it came to me in a flash that the first step I should take in dealing with this condition of mine is to recognize that I'm my own worst enemy and start wishing the best for myself.

So here it is, the best unsolicited advice you'll get today:

Be kind to yourself and the rest will surely follow.