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  1. They mistyped “2000s,” and mis-wrote “millennium.” We are well into a new “digital dark age,” and it will last for hundreds of years or until total civilization collapse, whichever comes first (and you know how I’m betting).
  2. The Lebowski lesson was a good 95% of the reasoning behind placing their ashes together in a biodegradable container rather than just “scattering” them. And it was windy AF today, so it surely would have been a travesty. And yeah…I chose the correct Gulf name pretty damned deliberately. FFS, the boy read a poem in Nahuatl, so that’s how we roll. That, and literally hundreds of years of family history around that body of water with its correct name.
  3. And if you were wondering, while it was a bit rough (and the boy does NOT do well in heavy seas of any sort, so he needed to head back in after a short time out there), we DID fish for just a bit afterwards. My folks actually would have loved that.
  4. Mom was born in NOLA, along the Mississippi. She grew up along the coast. Dad was born near the banks of the Rio Grande. The Texas coast was his retreat. He’d fish for hours, in contemplation. He shared that gift with me. Around 20 years ago, when they had returned to Houston and re-settled there, they decided to look for a beach house. They looked in Galveston (I had grown up with Saturday trips down to east beach, and visits with friends who had modest places on the west end), but it was pricey, and they were discouraged. One weekend, I went down and had them join me on a trip to Surfside Beach, where I’d been fishing and duck hunting recently. They loved it. Soon after, they found and bought a house on Bluewater Highway, 3rd row from the beach. They had it for 10 years. They spent a lot of time there, just the two of them. But also with their grandkids, who grew up with the place. And they were generous with it - countless friends and such would use it for a week with just a handoff of the keys. MaybeACoordinator would stop in some times. I recall one afternoon, as we sat in folding chairs on the beach, he was talking about Follet’s island in general and said “you know, I just think of the place as a Brisket family place.” My parents wanted to rest together. My dad missed my mom so much. We went offshore about 8.5 miles today. The wind picked up overnight, it was a bit bouncy, and not the easiest ride. And, when we got to the place, it all washed over me. It was hard getting the words out. We all had something to say. My wife - gifted as she is - had even put together a simple liturgy, which she delivered from the back of the boat as it swayed side to side. My parents’ ashes (in a biodegradable envelope meant for such use) floated for a moment, then sank to return to the sea. These were my words. I don’t think they are enough. Nothing ever will be. But they poured into and out of me one night, and there they were. The Gulf drinks earth-rich water Not from the blue-crystal rivers of poems But brown channels of life and grit and truth Mississippi Bravo Brazos Colorado. Meandering tracing of life lived in a place The paths and barriers that make us That carry us to what we will be Emptying in a jumble of everything we were, into the sea. Earth has a heart The sea’s curling waves pushed by each beat Whooshing in our ears as the first sound of our mother A rhythm from the time before time A promise that time does not end. She bears love, and life, and tempest-blown fury Our relationship status is “complicated” But always binding Salt lives in both waves and tears for a reason. Teeming with memories both fresh and fading A bowed rod at sunrise, shining speckled sides glinting at the end Joy and innocence in the sandy playground at water’s edge Walks on her winter shore, side-by-side Combing for treasures While treasure is already in hand. She is womb and grave Carrying souls to shore, where they walk for a time On sand, firm with the sea And soft from the wind Until the moon calls them to ride the falling tide back home. A lull. Another set. Life-flecked foam left on the beach, already fading Erased. Re-created. Her waves, God’s infinite loop They are in them Together They always will be. Last night, we walked along the beach. On the sea-firm sand, and its wind-blown softness. Today was harder than I thought it would be. They belong to the sea now. They belong to God. As do we all.
  5. Duh. AI is shit. Elmo-championed AI? A layer cake of shit, iced with runny shit. He’s genuinely one of the most evil, malevolent human beings of modern times. It’s beyond debate.
  6. Kids not dying needlessly and pointlessly is woke. Why do you hate America? You sound like a woke commie libtard RINO.
  7. Counterpoint: wanting kids not to die is woke. You don’t want to be woke, do you?
  8. Sworn testimony citing actual facts is for woke libtards. Just believe the words of Our Lord God Trump the Infallible, as White Blue-eyed Aryan Jesus commanded!
  9. “But he’s the greatest geenyus the world has ever seen! All of that would have happened if the woke trans libtards hadn’t interfered!” We are in the era of peak gullible idiot stans, and it’s only getting worse. They furiously masturbate to a cascade of lies as they vehemently deny even a morsel of truth.
  10. We’re giving to the benevolent fund at our church, because every earmarked dollar goes directly to serving emergency needs. And Mobile Loaves and Fishes is always a great choice. They are some real rubber meets the road types. Manos de Cristo is another great rubber meets the road local outfit. A lot of outreach and service to the Hispanic community which…in these particular times…is important. All three will get dollars from us tonight, I had a good year. And if money ain’t for helping people, what the fuck?
  11. Which translates to “I’ll support any and all manner of horrors if it helps me keep my sweet 7-figure gig that only requires me to fellate a demented old man.” These are evil, wicked people, who would sell their own children to be raped or killed for 30 pieces of silver. That’s it, it’s the only calculus that matters.
  12. You’d think they might give a shit about a foreign asset in the oval office, but I guess being able to kill people indiscriminately is more important.
  13. From what I’ve seen walking downtown, they are for very attractive women in their 20s with no jobs who benefit from the largesse of middle-aged men. Sugar daddies, actual daddy, stuff like that. But they are all wearing yoga pants and walking their cockapoo at 1:00 in the afternoon.
  14. There was. Look at the pipeline for NEW solar projects. My understanding is that it has fallen way off, because of open regime hostility to solar, any incentives, tax breaks, etc.
  15. Not gonna happen. You seem to be forgetting the ironclad rules: It only gets worse. There is no bottom. We know where this movement takes us. Every time. Always. Without exception. Shit like lynchings, death camps, etc. And the rebuttal all the MAGAs have is "oh yeah? I don't see any death camps!" Correct. Which is something every German in the mid-1930s could say, truthfully. Which tells you that "I don't see it NOW" is the dumbest fucking rebuttal known to man. A fucking moron on a plane nosediving to earth could say "what, we're flying in the air right now, we haven't crashed!" right up to the moment before they become one with a smoldering crater. We are headed for horrors. And the worst part about it? We are going there ON PURPOSE.
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