The time is going on 2:30 p.m. I've already posted on blogspot, YouTube, Facebook, and Twitter now known as X. Very good AI secretary you capitalized the X.
I have also had a reheated TV dinner that they send for no charge for old farts like me from Mom's kitchen in Chicago which is delivered by my favorite delivery guy by the name of Gabriel a tall native born but obviously Chicano who lives and a neighborhood on Stony Island avenue which I remember driving through frequently to go visit my dad's sister Aunt Rosie who lived in an apartment on the 2nd or 3rd floor that later was next to the Eisenhower expressway.
Today's news wrapped up the story of a Portuguese man with a mental illness that resulted in the murder of four people, including himself. Someday sooner or later I'll write a blog with the assistance of my AI secretary Google pixel 6. Suicidal self-loathing describes quite a group of people today including the free Palestine numbnuts and turd brains that are getting themselves on the excuse my French s*** list of about everybody in the world right now. We are also watching the slow collapse of the Democratic party with only one or two bright spots in the party including the retired West Virginia senator and the new surprise hero from Pennsylvania, senator John fetterman. Forgive my silly AI for not capitalizing John's last name.
We are also watching the incredible furious talent of our newest president who has caused a tremendous streak of self loathing add near suicidal resistance to the point where I get to delightfully watch them be pepper sprayed and knocked on the ground and arrested because they're fighting the law and the law is as usual winning. In a sense my favorite President was correct when he predicted 10 years ago that we will get tired of winning and to a degree he is right. But not totally.
Which brings me to the final obsessive topic, and yes I can be obsessive, tariffs. I started praying for a president that understood and would apply tariffs 20 years ago. I have also repeated ad nauseam the story of how my mother trained me to be a fearless bully fighter. I also have to give credit to my fearless father who married this woman and gradually got me to be a fearless mechanic or at least mechanically inclined to the point where I mastered every process in the factory where I worked for almost 20 years by the name of standard motor Products on home Street in Mishawaka Indiana where I acquired because of all of the above the nickname based on my initials m d. Can you guess where the story is going? Yes that's my nickname that is now all over the Internet and causing literally thousands of people to follow me. MAD DOG. Later Gators.
