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I don’t have the gravitas, or detailed financial information of brother Smedley.

It’s estimated that mericans’ will eat in excess of 150,000,000 hot dogs this July forth. A $9,000,000,000 figure was also referenced in connection to this “news”.

But, I doubt that wieners have become that high priced, at our current 5% rate of inflation, so I don’t know what the media is talking about.

But, then, I don’t think that they know what they are talking about either. No footnotes on those teleprompters.

Folks are fired up for the big hot dog eating contest at Nathan’s, where Jokey Chestnuts will be defending his “title”.

Defending? I like General Butler’s idea. No warships beyond a two hundred mile radius of the U$A’s shores. Aircraft, five hundred miles.

Infantry, shouldn’t even get their feet wet.

I think that a great holiday tradition would be an annual ----illionaire eating contest.

There’s news from your old stomping grounds.

Yesterday, in Crandon, Wisconsin, (Rhinelander Hodag county) revelers found themselves stranded, upside down on an amusement park ride for several hours (without recourse I bet).

Sounds like a great metaphor for life in amerikkka.

Hung upside down, and out to dry, on an amusement park ride.(with no recourse)

Yet, despite a lengthy history of such mishaps (in reality it’s no accident), idiots keep lining up for more, more, more (how do you like it, how do you like it), and call it fun.

It’s pathetic that I can count the number of people that I have met, who know who Smedley Butler is, on one the fingers of one hand. (Sans stub)

I guess that I should be more tolerant. It is difficult to read when hung out to dry, and upside down, at a circus. But, is it really that difficult to grab a book, when you grab that sausage, bun, and beer?

Maybe they could install pockets on the roller coaster carriages, and place Smedley’s work in them, in case of emergency. What else would you do with your time, when you’re just “hanging around“?

Festivities around here have been disrupted by thunderstorms. I know that it’s coming-people will be pissing and moaning about the rain. After which, they’ll piss and moan about how dry it is, and how high their water bill is going to be.

I wish that I was exaggerating.

Yet, I haven’t heard pissing and moaning about hundreds of billions in weapons to Ukraine, on millions to find the titan, toy submarine. Or toxic spills in East Palestine, or, more recently, Montana.

I haven’t overheard any conversations about vulnerable nuclear sites in Ukraine. Kind of like

Fuck-in-Sheema. If it ain’t happening here, it don’t matter, mentality.

It’s comin’ motherfuckers. It’s comin’. Like old X said, “chickens comin’ home to roost.” Aww, I don’t want to be unkind. It’s already here motherfuckers!!!! Wake the fuck up!!!!

Now the stenographers are telling me that it’s gonna be hot outside.

Perfect time for pyrotechnics.

I’ve gotta put this thing down now. I need a drink for each hand.

Happy Inde-fencible day.

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