There is nothing more provocative than minding your own business.
~William S Burroughs
Even though I essentially Read minds for a living, I otherwise keep pretty busy minding my own business. Not in an isolationist kind of way. More in a have-you-been-drinking-leave me-out of it, kind of way. This is not to say I am not interested in world news, as I am abundantly aware of international goings-on. Local news? I live in South Ventura County, therefore I could not be more inspired to limit my focus to my patio. Did I fail to mention that the defining feature of this bastion of White Trash and retired cops is The Ronald Reagan Library? True true. So, me no care a twit about this Neo-Nazi dump-with-Trump bumper stickers. My real concern is keeping the fridge cold when the power goes off bi-monthly from high 12-mile-an-hour winds. (Yes, you read that right.) Ever since their ‘colleagues on the other side of the aisle’ torched the city of Paradise, and most of wine country, Edison is nervous about a similar lawsuit. If one of their loose power lines burned down Ronnie’s Li-bary it would just be awful for them. I mean awww-ful. *wink-wink*
But I digress. And yes, she has her full Bette Davis on today.
I do want to say, given the reason for the season, in case there is any confusion, which there damn well appears to be at least for the last 75 years or so, that the Bible, Quran, Upanishads, Book of Donnie Osmond – I mean Book of Mormon, Allen Ginsberg’s Howl, and The Farmer’s Almanac, does not get a vote in most things terribly important. They never get a vote when it comes to land rights and the division of property. That stuff is the business of divorce lawyers.
Speaking of Tammy Wynette. What’s it going to take for colonizers the world over to sign those D-papers and allow their long-suffering partners to get on with their own lives? Only useful idiots inherit other people’s troubles and enemies as a sign of loyalty. Would they like to prick each other’s thumbs and become blood brothers as well? Are we 10? Cause even 10-year-olds know better these days. It’s not the 50s, and although I am the first to admit I miss torch songs and the lush strings of Nelson Riddle on vinyl. I do not miss anything vaguely resembling the McCarthy era and the political pawns and alliances of that time. I hate paying $400 an hour for a lawyer, still I do believe a D-I-V-O-R-C-E is in order when it comes to old abusive bad ideas. Like personal wives and hubs that have gone astray, expensive little baubles that they be. It’s been real but goodbye, darling.
As far as minding my own biz? I have a lovely 30 minutes for $50 Reading Special going on through Christmas Day. You may purchase as many of these as you like to be used as gift-giving or self-treating through March 2024. Tell your friends. And if you have not troubled yourself to Like/Follow me on Facebook yet? Kindly, trouble yourself now. It’s all about that ‘reach’, baby.
Pretty sure I will return to the page next week. If I do not? Just mind your own business. You really cannot go wrong. Big Love!
Sending Love, Light & Oceans Of Bliss…
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