Fat Life Imitates Fat Art

I don't know what happened to the MeToo movement of 20 years ago, and Gloria Steinem's Ms. Magazine, and the whole Women's Liberation  thing, but these days hordes of young women have zero self-respect -- or as their generation would say, zero self-respect for themselves. This sorry state of affairs is evident all across the Internet where grossly overweight and appallingly unattractive women post videos of themselves dressed in ill-fitting, tiny bikinis that expose bulging rolls of back fat, huge stomachs, flabby flapping arms and repulsive thunder thighs, making this viewer want to vomit. 

Yet they stand there and smile, turning dainty pirouettes to show us their enormous, cellulite-ridden butt cheeks, as if they are teeny supermodels on the runway during New York's Fashion Week. Who is responsible for this embarrassing behavior and why is it becoming so prevalent? Certainly we can't blame it on Barack Obama, like so many other unfortunate things that we can. (Joe Biden's presidency and that Peter Principle-poster child, Kamala Harris.)

Could it be that fat women yearn to be seen as sexy and beautiful, like their thinner counterparts? Or is it simply that there are now so many obese people that the tide is turning and fat is actually becoming beautiful, turning the painter Fernando Botero's fantastic images into reality?

I hope not. 

Just Shoot Me

 "Model Heidi Klum's all-black look hopped aboard both the plunging blazer trend and the sheer skirt trend, both of which have been making the rounds as spring approaches."

Elise Stefanik: Presto, Chango!

Elise before......

Rep. Elise Stefanik madę a name for herself during the Congressional hearings concerning antisemitic student protests at college campuses last year, including Columbia University. Her forthright and aggressive questioning was instrumental in the resignations of several school presidents, making her a new Republican heroine. Back then she was a firebrand and a regular, down-to-earth gal you might run into at the supermarket or a PTA meeting. 

Then President Trump named her to be our Ambassador to the UN. Last night she appeared on FOX News and we all got a good look at the new and improved Elise, now a glamor girl extraordinaire: The hairstyle du jour, the flirty eyelashes, the glossy lips and the statement pearls. Wow, what a difference!

.... and after, ready for Prime Time!

Although not a good one -- poor Elise looked ridiculous. Let's just say she's simply not the glamorous type. She seemed all set for Halloween, dressed as one of those ubiquitous TV news-babes.

I wonder -- will she ever be her own person again or will Elise Stefanik eventually morph into our first female President? (Remember, you heard it here first.)

I'm A Racist Now, I Guess

Rep. Jasmine Crockett (D-Texas)

I recently got into one of those online pissing matches on Facebook. It began when I joined a comment stream about FOX News analyst Judge Jeanine Pirro, a woman of extreme intelligence who, in a video, criticized Rep. Jasmine Crockett, the potty-mouthed Texan who called Governor Greg Abbott "Hot Wheels" and later denied she was referring to his wheelchair.

Judge Jeanine was amazed that Crockett had so many defenders in the Democrat party, and I added my two cents by writing, "No surprise there, they all voted for Kamala Harris for president." I was of course referring to Harris' utter lack of brain power and abilities, not her skin color. But one person on the stream, a black woman, replied directly to me with, "Are you a racist?" I responded that I was not, but she doubled down and insisted I was. Exasperated, I wrote, "I am now! People like you create racism."

Here's my beef: One cannot criticize a person of color for any reason without being accused of racism. That's just insane; there are plenty of stupid, ignorant, murderous black people who are deserving of criticism, and saying so doe not make one a racist. Or does it? Are we to pretend that all blacks are above reproach? Because that's a stretch. And BTW, verbally criticizing a Jew who is deserving of criticism does not make one antisemitic. It's the gassing to death we object to.

Under the Influence

Typical influencer: Stegosaurus was very big, with a tiny brain. 

I am currently reading an interesting book called "The Last Days of the Dinosaurs," by Riley Black. It relates how a 7-mile-wide asteroid struck the Earth and killed most of the giant beasts immediately, making way for the emergence of mammals. We've had a good long run, but we're getting pretty close to the end.

Proof that the human race is destined for extinction is the emergence of a new profession, called an "influencer." There are many of these people online who gain star-status by posting photos and videos of themselves living their lives, as if their lives are superior to everyday folks who are not narcissistic assholes lacking recognizable skills and talents.

Personally I am not influenced by anyone other than my cardiologist who advises me on how to avoid a second heart attack. So I was surprised to read the dictionary definition of the word: "An influencer is an individual who has the power to affect the purchasing decisions of others because of their authority, knowledge, position, or relationship with their audience."

I disagree. Take, for example, the case of influencer Joshua Blackledge, a high school junior with 1.1 million TikTok followers whose recent death (reason undisclosed) made the news. The boy's posted content varied between lip-syncing clips, pictures of cars and videos of him hanging out with his teenage friends and girlfriend. 

All I can say is, "Help me, Rhonda." (Not everyone will get that.)

A Fact of Life

A tragic story about a teenage boy who died of food poisoning while on vacation with his parents made it into the news because the boy's father is a retired Major League Baseball player. It's heartbreaking and there is nothing anyone can say to make it less so. But the parents tried, by saying that their son "lived life to the fullest." 

Which is crazy, admit it. Living life to the fullest indicates that someone lived until maybe 100 years old or more. Certainly not to 14 -- that's just getting started. What else could it mean? How is living life to the fullest actually done? Personally I have never tried it, but I think it involves surfing in Hawaii.

Another common thing said about a dead loved one is that "their smile lit up the room" when they entered it. Also ridiculous. I am in my late 70s and have been present at countless wedding receptions, holiday parties, neighborhood potlucks, community meetings  and other events attended by many people and not once have I ever seen any room "light up" when a particular person walked in smiling.

The recently deceased are often the sweetest and kindest and most generous people about whom nobody has a negative word to say. Apparently death makes people nicer. Anyway, why every single death is such big news is odd, since it happens to everyone. Even Freddie Mercury died, and he was surely some sort of god.

Name-Calling the Rich and Powerful

I asked Google who is the most powerful politician in the world. The answer came back as a ranked list of countries determined by Forbes, with the United States in first place. Second was China and third was Russia, making Donald Trump the most powerful leader in the world today. I then asked Wikipedia who is the most powerful man in the world. The answer came back: Elon Musk.

These answers were amusing considering the piles of verbal excrement in the form of user comments dropped all over the Internet, like dog poop in a vast public park. One of those I came across earlier today was written by someone named Scotty who cited President Trump as "a jerk nobody." That made me laugh out loud.

Donald J. Trump, currently serving his second elected term as POTUS, masterminded a successful TV show that ran for 15 seasons, was the driving force behind the construction of countless skyscrapers and hotels in Manhattan, owns 18 golf courses around the world, and has a beautiful wife and five successful children. (No drug addicts or alcoholics.)

Elon Musk is a veritable engineering genius who at age 53 is the richest man in the world, has 13 children, co-founded six huge companies that employ thousands of people and benefit mankind and now works in the Trump administration seeking to eliminate fraud and waste in government.

IMHO, America could use a lot more "nobodies" like Trump and a lot fewer Facebook trolls like Scotty.
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Life Without Rosie

I keep seeing videos posted online by Rosie O'Donnell, the former celebrity whose career no longer exists, talking about how happy she is in Ireland where she moved a few months ago because Donald Trump was elected president. Apparently she simply had to leave the U.S. because her hatred for Trump is so intense that she couldn't stay here and she wants everyone to know. In her online videos, she relates in a grim tone that everyone in Ireland has been so sweet and kind to her and that now she's happy again.

Since Rosie left the country my life has not changed at all. I still have ten pounds to lose, am allergic to bug bites and can't decide whether to cut my hair or to let it grow. 

I wonder why celebrities think they are so important.

A Few Questions for Democrats

What would you do if you found out that Jonas Salk, the inventor of the vaccine that virtually ended polio, was a pederast? Would you not have your child vaccinated?

How do you feel about the fact that the "father of the pill," Carl Djerassi, was a Jew -- you know, those people who are killing Palestinians? What if you learned he was also a Republican? Would you stop using the pill for contraception?

Let's say you find out that Sam Porcello, a food scientist who worked at Nabisco for 34 years and invented the Oreo cookie, was a wife-beater and possible rapist. Would you never buy an Oreo ever again, or ice cream containing Oreos, even if your kids begged you? 

I imagine everyone scoffed at the idiocy outlined above, yet not buying a Tesla -- the electric car that just a year ago was going to save the planet -- or setting fire to a Tesla, or bombing a Tesla showroom now seems appropriate to Democrats stricken with Trump Derangement Syndrome. All because Tesla's inventor Elon Musk is pals with Donald Trump. That's how dumb they are.

Cool Whip Nation

Lately I've become addicted to desserts. Not eating them, but watching them being prepared in those highly popular Reels flooding the Internet. Rather than deleting them, I opted to get on board and see why Cool Whip figures in perhaps 75% of the recipes posted by all the virtual cooks. (Real cooks don't use it, instead they use authentic cream, like from a cow, and whip it.) 

Today I saw a video wherein two giant-sized Hershey chocolate bars were melted and combined with a large-sized container of the white stuff, then poured into a pre-made graham cracker crust and refrigerated until it hardened into a "pie."

Delving into what makes up the vomitrocious (yes, it's a real word) topping lest I have been judging it too harshly, I learned the ingredients are, in order of quantity: water, hydrogenated vegetable oil, high fructose corn syrup, corn syrup, and skim milk. Alas, Cool Whip is mostly syrupy oil. In other words, "Good grief -- don't eat that!"

In order to fairly inform an unsuspecting public, the product needs a new name. I like Heart Attack Helper, sort of a play on Hamburger Helper, another popular load of processed crap. High-fructose corn syrup is about 55% fructose, a type of sugar that is harder for your body to break down than regular sugar, or glucose. Ingesting large amounts can lead to serious health issues.

Second choice: Suicide Sauce. This is more honest as hydrogenated vegetable oil can increase "bad" cholesterol (LDL) and lower "good" cholesterol (HDL), increasing the risk of heart disease. This oil is linked to various adverse health effects, including impaired blood sugar control and inflammation.

So there you have it. Eating Cool Whip is definitely not cool.
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What Are You Complaining About?

Most people I know, including me, kvetch about this and that, constantly. Problems like a clogged toilet, a stopped-up sink, a flat tire, bad peaches, spoiled milk, too much snow and a sick cat fill the time between watching this week's favorite Netflix series and going to work at a boring job. But hey -- everyone should cheer up! Much worse things happen every day to regular people like all of us. For example, just by turning on my computer I learned the following: 

A young mother of three was on vacation with her family in Mexico when they got caught up in a 10-car pileup on the highway. The truck in front of them carrying hot asphalt flipped over onto their car, trapping the woman underneath and covering her  with the hot asphalt. She died a few days later at a local hospital.

An American Airlines flight ran into a problem that forced all the passengers to evacuate, with many standing on a wing of the plane as the other one burst into flames.

Questions remain surrounding the death of actor Gene Hackman, who at 97 died alone in his home after surviving a week of no food, no care, no nothing because his wife died before him and his three worthless adult children, who stand to inherit his $80 million fortune, never checked in on them, despite Hackman having Alzheimer's.

So, what are you complaining about?

Sick of Black People

Let me clarify: I'm sick of black people playing the race card -- boo hoo, poor us. In case one has forgotten, we have already had a black president and VP. We have 139 black senators and congressmen/women. There are currently 1.79 million black millionaires and more than 50,000 black-owned businesses in America.

My message to black Americans: Quit your bellyaching, for just five minutes, I beg of you. Your skin color is not what's holding you back.

Why I Never Listen to NPR

On NPR's "Fresh Air,"  a show I have never seen or heard, Bill Burr, a comedian I have never seen or heard, mocked Elon Musk as a "guy with dyed hair plugs and a laminated face" who "makes a bad car and has an obsolete social media platform." He also asked why liberals are "so afraid of this neo-Nazi who can't fight his way out of a wet paper bag."

Okay, let's examine Mr. Burr's comments one by one:

1. Dyed hair plugs: I have never accompanied Mr. Musk to his barber so the state of his hair follicles remains a complete mystery to me, unlike Joe Biden's hair plugs who everyone knew about and led to departed radio personality Rush Limbaugh calling him "Plugs." If indeed Musk does have hair plugs and does dye them, how is this a character flaw?

2. Laminated face: The definition of laminated is "composed of layers bonded together." What does that even mean? That Musk has layers of skin applied to his own skin? What? I'm confused.

3. Bad car: Here is a review of Musk's car from a real-life driver named Julie who posted her sentiments on a Consumer Affairs website: "I did it! I traded my 2001 Toyota Corolla for a 2024 Tesla Y! The drivability is off the chart! It’s a one pedal driving. You don’t use the brake! When you lift off the accelerator it starts slowing the car down to a complete stop at a stoplight. The Torque is off this chart. You don’t know what real Torque is until you drive a Tesla. It makes driving way easier. I’m a person who is not good with driving cars that I'm not familiar with. When I drove this car it was a natural fit for me. This car is very intuitive and user friendly! Tesla made it really easy to buy through the app. I also purchased Tesla insurance. It's way cheaper. I’m in awe of the Tesla experience!"

4. Obsolete social media platfrom: "In early 2025, X (formerly Twitter) boasts an estimated 650 million monthly active users. For those curious about how many users are on X daily, the figures range from 240 to 300 million."

5. Neo-Nazi: Musk has repeatedly called the suggestion that he’s an antisemite absurd. “My entire life story is, in fact, pro-semitic," he told one interviewer. Though he is not from a Jewish family, he loves telling people that his first name means "oak" in Hebrew and that he attended Rachel Spiro Hebrew Kindergarten, a Jewish preschool in Pretoria, South Africa. His father took him to Israel when he was 13 and he’s hiked Masada twice. He has taken several of his own children to visit Auschwitz.

6. Can't fight his way out of a wet paper bag: This is perhaps the stalest and dumbest of all stale, dumb insults that means absolutely nothing. How big is that paper bag and why is it wet anyway?

Making Sense of Nonsense

A news article I read online described the harrowing experience of a 41-year-old woman who survived for six days in her crashed car until rescuers finally found her. She supposedly had fallen asleep at the wheel and the car went off the road and into a deep ravine, 80 miles from Chicago.

The article stated up front that she was unable to move her legs. She had no cell phone service, food or water. So how did she stay alive? According to her father, "she used her sweater to retrieve water from a nearby creek –– wringing it into water and drinking from it." But if she was unable to move her legs, how did she get from the car to the creek, which was "nearby?" How nearby? Was it actually in the creek?

I went straight to the comments section following the article expecting everyone to have raised the question. But no. The first comment was, "Impeach Trump." The next said, "She should have pulled over and taken a nap." The next said "it was a miracle." Another said she should have carried flares in her car. Lots more like that, but nobody wondered how she got from the car to the creek.

It's so scary out there. 

What Was Your Name Again?

Most mornings I write a blog post and by nightfall I can't remember if I wrote one, or if I did, what it was about. I also rarely remember what I had for dinner the night before, yet I can instantly recall the price and the circumstances surrounding the purchase of every item in my vast collection of original paintings, photographs, hand-blown glass pieces and unique ceramics. 

Experts agree that there is a difference between short- and long-term memory, and that short-term memories are more fleeting as we age. I can understand that. But what I can't understand is how I remember minute details about dates with relative strangers I saw just once over 30 years ago but cannot recall one evening spent alone with my first husband, who I was with for 13 years. I have often wondered why this is true and so did some snooping online. Here's what I found at a site called "Ask the Psychologist."

"Under stress we don’t record our memories consistently. High levels of stress often produce prolonged periods of time with little or no memory. Under stress, we can’t retrieve our memories as well. Stress changes body and brain chemistry, making memory recovery difficult."

Thank God we divorced.

Facebook Frowns on the F-word

In my last post, a review of the film Anora that won Oscars for Best Actress, Best Picture and Best Director, I used the F-word countless times, mocking how often it is heard in the film -- like maybe a million times. Facebook removed my post from several places I had posted it for being "against community standards."

Since 2007 I have rarely if ever have used that word in my blog, except maybe quoting someone. Funny how it's a no-no on Facebook but the Motion Picture Academy loves it, as they do pornography. Maybe if I throw in some pictures of naked people doing unspeakable acts my blog will get an Oscar.

Film Review: ANORA

Full Disclosure: I only lasted 30 minutes. And that was because we had paid $5.99 to rent it online and my husband was into it. And why not -- it was pure pornography for the first half hour. 

A 23-year-old stripper/prostitute from Brooklyn meets the 21-year-old son of a rich Russian oligarch and has sex with him in as many positions she can, and we get to watch. Naked, she sits on his lap. He enters her from the rear. She spreads her legs constantly. We see her butt cheeks more than anything else. And the butt cheeks and breasts of lots of other girls too. Is this what acting is now, in the year 2025?

I'm sorry, but the story didn't grab me. His parents come from Russia to end their marriage. (They got married.) I hated the lead actors. Remember, I only saw the first half hour. However, I can still fucking hear it as I write this since my fucking husband is watching it in the other room. There is an unbelievable amount of high-pitched screaming and crying and Russian accents and the word "fuck" and "fucking." Like maybe they say it every other fucking word.

Final thoughts: It is shocking that this won the fucking Oscar for Best Picture, Best Actress, Best Director and a couple of other fucking things I don't know. Are they fucking kidding? The fucking young woman who won the Best Actress award is one fucking lucky little brat. Glenn Close must be fucking plotzing.

Virtue Signaling Comes To A Screeching Halt

In the beginning, electric cars were a must for any Democrat worth his, her, their or its salt. You simply had to have one to save the planet! If you still drove a gas-guzzling, old-fashioned car you were a pig who didn't care about killing all of us, and probably a racist too. There were no words vile enough to describe you.

The Tesla was the darling of the electric-car set. It was cool and despite being expensive it broadcast to everyone what you were: a caring, thoughtful, non-racist environmentalist. And its inventor, Elon Musk, was the idol of all of them: brilliant, handsome and fabulously wealthy, he would save us all by saving the planet! Everyone worshipped him.

Oh, but then. But then he got chummy with Donald Trump -- Putin's Bitch, The Tyrant Who Would End Democracy. Even worse, Elon joined forces with Trump in his quest to become King and make all black people slaves again. Suddenly the Tesla was a piece of shit! According to an article in today's Wall Street Journal, Los Angeles Tesla owner Garth Ancier says, "it's like driving a big red MAGA hat." He wants to sell his car now, adding, "If not for his [Elon's] behavior I'd probably stick with a Tesla."

The Democrats have gone crazy suffering from MDS (Musk Derangement Syndrome). Five of their senators have asked the Justice Department to investigate Musk's business practices regarding his website X. Boycotts against Teslas are spreading like the measles across the country. Electric-car charging stations have been vandalized and random Teslas parked on the street have been set on fire.

I guess they never really cared about saving the planet after all.

Your Opinion Matters

The great thing about opinions is that they are free, which means everyone can have one. Every last one of America's 340 million citizens -- except for infants and others whose brains are not fully formed -- be they rich or poor, old or young, black or white, sick or well, and anything else you can think of, is entitled to one. 

The definition of opinion is, "A belief or conclusion held with confidence but not substantiated by positive knowledge or proof. " So basically, you are either right or wrong about everything. Try to keep that in mind before pontificating about Donald Trump and Elon Musk and the liberals and the conservatives.

Miracle At The Symphony

"Stranger danger" is the idea or warning that all strangers can potentially be dangerous. Usually it applies to young children being exploited or abducted by someone unknown to them. But it can mean other things too. Like last night, when I was excited to hear my favorite piece of symphonic music (Thus Spake Zarathustra by Robert Strauss) played by the wonderful Portland Symphony Orchestra, only to have my excitement quashed by a total stranger who spilled her guts all over me before the concert began.

My husband and I had arrived early enough to read the concert notes and learn about Strauss and his impetus for writing the piece. But that was not to be. Instead, the lone woman in the seat next to mine started a conversation. She was nice enough, and I didn't want to be rude so I politely engaged with her. Next thing you know she was deep into a monologue wherein I learned the following: 

She hadn't attended the symphony for many years because she was stuck at home caring for her aging father. He could walk with a walker or a cane but was unsteady on his feet so could not be left alone. He could go to the bathroom by himself, until the last six months, but she had to make all his meals. He finally died in mid-January at age 100 and then she had to take care of the funeral arrangements, etc.

She lives with her son who just barely graduated high school saying,"It was hard but he did it. No college though." Now he is working as a cook at the Embassy Suites.

Her mother passed away three years ago and that was very hard for her. She teared up while saying that.

My mind was blown. I couldn't see any way out. The concert was about to begin and I worried she would talk to me for the next two-plus hours. All I could do was pray to God that she would magically disappear, when suddenly a man came down our row holding up his ticket and saying," I think you're in my seat." He was right: we were in Row Q and Chatty Kathy was supposed to be in row O. She got up and moved and the nice quiet man sat down next to me.

I was thrilled. A miracle had occurred! It wasn't until later that night that I got sort of annoyed: Sure, God answers my teeny little prayers but ignores all the big stuff. Oh well, I guess it's better than nothing.

Series Review: ZERO DAY

Wouldn't you know it -- POTUS is a black woman!

Suddenly everything stops: clocks, cell phones, TVs, computers, lights, train signals, airplane control towers, hospital ventilators, and definitely the coffee machines at every Starbucks. If it was plugged in, it stopped. Then, exactly a minute later everything starts up again but nothing is the same. Many people have died. 

This is the premise of a new series on Netflix called Zero Day, starring the obnoxious windbag formerly known as Robert DeNiro who doesn't understand that half the audience voted for Trump so he should STFU about how much Republicans suck and just read his damn lines. Anyway, despite hating DeNiro I'm interested so tell me more....

In the second episode they told me more -- so much more that I had to turn it off for being too stupid. Here are some of the story lines stuffed into this silly effort:

Former POTUS Mullen (DeNiro) is called in from retirement to calm the public.

His congresswoman daughter opposes him publicly.

His ex-mistress (and mother of his love child) meets privately with his wife. 

His right-hand man is secretly sleeping with his congresswoman daughter.

He has creeping dementia and gets all crazy in his head and nobody knows.

A Russian bad guy is sneaking around shooting people.

A group of terrorist hackers are found dead in their hideout.

The lead hacker works for the CIA.

Of course the new POTUS is a black woman.

Sorry, life is too short. Watch Paradise on Hulu instead, it's great!

Glenn Close and I Have Seen It All

I never thought I would see the day when we are instructed to "honor the sex worker community." Yet that's what we were told by the Hollywood elite and last night's Oscar winner for Best Actress, a 25-year old unknown, for her portrayal of a prostitute -- oops, I mean sex worker. 

I am so done here. I can only imagine how Glenn Close feels, who at age 77 has never won an Oscar for any of her always-incredible performances in any of the 72 great films she has made. (Google it.)

Antique Stereotypes

Here in Maine, wokeism is alive and well. So much so that it's made the national news. Yup, sleepy little Maine has hit the big time, with Governor Janet Mills hissing to POTUS on the TV news, "See you in court," over a transgender teen who invaded a local girl's pole-vaulting team and caused a ruckus. But that's a whole other story.

Today's story, told in pictures, is that despite the overwhelming and cacophonous influence of the liberal left, a shopping expedition to one of Maine's ubiquitous tourist magnets revealed that ethnic cleansing has not been accomplished on the shelves of our quaint antique shops. They better do it by summer when all the people come. 

Beware: Fat Rant

Happy fat ladies who binge on cookies and ice cream and chips and dip in private.

Okay -- so you're fat and you don't care, you love yourself anyway. Congrats! You are so lucky, since all the fat people I have ever known have been steeped in self-loathing. I say more power to you -- go out and get yourself a new bag of Oreos.

Here's my gripe: Fat women in bikinis, or worse, their underwear, posting their photos all over the Internet, and commenters writing things like,"You look fabulous!" and "You go girl!" and "You are beautiful!" for reasons I don't understand. Nobody fat looks fabulous, and everyone knows it.

"Fat acceptance" is a ridiculous concept. Fat people are addicts. Do we congratulate heroin addicts, or alcoholics, applauding their self-destructive behavior to spare their feelings? No, of course not. 

Too Smart To Be Rich

Despite not understanding why football is such a big deal, I have always been smart, even as a kid. I'm not boasting, it's just a fact. So I have always wondered why I seem unable to make much money, being so smart. But now I know: you have to be dumb and incompetent but have rich parents to make it big in America. 

Take Elon Musk, who according to Rep. Alexandria-Ocasio Cortez is really dumb. And all the Democrats online constantly call him an incompetent nutcase. Many others point to the fact that he was born into a prominent family so he had everything given to him, a circumstance that led to his success despite him being such an idiot. 

I guess Elon must be really dumb, to have been elected a Fellow of the Royal Society (2018), listed among the Time 100 Most Influential People in the World (2010, 2013, 2018 and 2021), and ranked joint-first on the Forbes list of the "Most Innovative Leaders " (2019). 

If you can stand hearing more, in 2021, Time named that stupid idiot "Person of the Year." His clear incompetence led to him to become a business magnate and technologist recognized for his design and engineering work on Tesla vehicles and SpaceX rockets, and his efforts to combat global warming. 

The silly dummy has received several environmentalist awards, including the National Wildlife Federation's Connie Award and a Global Green award. All of that has made the crass bigmouth father of 14, who is on the spectrum, the richest person in the world worth $419.4 billion.

Meanwhile, I've got bupkis. Thankfully, I'm smart.

As He Lay Dying

I certainly hope if I manage to reach the age of 95 and fall inside my house and can't get up or reach a phone, that someone will miss me enough to call the police and ask them to check on me sooner than in ten days. Like any one of my three adult children, if I had that many, for example. 

That abysmal situation apparently occurred in the recent death of one-time Oscar-winning actor Gene Hackman, who allegedly lay dead in his home for more than a week before being discovered. The grim truth is that despite his fame and fortune, he mattered to almost nobody in his dotage except perhaps his wife. Sadly she, a spring chicken at age 63, was dead too -- also for that long. 

The bottom line: Don't count on friends and family for much besides a ride to the airport. If you ask me, every one of us should wear one of those Life Alert things to summon a stranger paid to come to your aid. (Money talks.)