Sunday, 8 PM.
It’s a difficult time, with a difficult choice.
Do I tune into Bill Cunningham, the great American, listening to his wondrous commentary on the country today...or do I go with Elizabeth Joyce, and listen to her prophetic visions of the future?
See, I’m one of the 3% of American households that doesn’t have a TV...so I actually listen to the radio…a lot.
I’m looking forward to Billy’s take on the congressional impasse we saw at the end of this week. But I also want to hear Elizabeth’s take on that same thing, as well as some of the natural calamities we’re seeing.
Hawaii started erupting yesterday, but Spain’s been doing so for more than a week now. I’m very interested in that Canary Islands volcano. If it gets bad enough that the shelf collapses, it’ll create a tsunami wave big enough to take out the entirety of the East Coast. It’d take just 9 hours.
Personally, I think God is trying to give us a lot of warnings...but we’re too dumb to listen.
Quick aside...have you heard the story of how they may have found Noah’s Ark? What’s up with that?
Anyways...that’s hours away. I’ll hopefully have a nap before then. Breakfast is 4 PM for me. For the past three weeks it’s been a can of beans and a cup of rice.
Beans and rice. Sometimes if I want to mix it up I’ll go rice and beans. It’s all about how you turn the plate.
Lunch is oatmeal and dinner is something light. I’m getting ready for the food shortages on the horizon, preparing myself now. Right now, China is having a disastrous energy crisis, so much so that they have to decide if they want to keep the factories churning, or bring in the crop.
They’ve already imported massive amounts of food this year. Here in America, you’ll hear none of this. The corporations that control our government and our media feel it’s important to keep the people ignorant and docile. We like it this way.
Well, enjoy your Sunday football as you fret about going back to work tomorrow. God, I can’t imagine doing that 9 to 5 rat race each day. And for what? A lousy pension?
Pension = sit my ass down in front of the TV for the rest of my life, getting fatter and lazier and giving the corporations all my money for the shit products they advertise to me 20 minutes out of every 60-minute program.
TV programs. Programming.
Well, there I go again...another rant. Probably best I just stop already, maybe take that nap, get ready for those rice and beans, and settle down for another night of viewing America’s decline.