In two days, I’ll be 58. I’m in Florida, helping to care for this guy:
Who doesn’t look quite that perky just now, that’s a couple of years old. I’m here with my mom and my older sister, but not my daughter Sofia, the little rabbit I wrote about here, the one Judge Morris W. Sandstead sold for money in the 20th Judicial District of Colorado. Still haven’t heard from Sofia, no worries, be at home in your own skin, daughter, I keep a light on for you:
That’s not just any light, that’s a beautiful piece of art, made from what was once an aluminum mold for making chocolates, that I bought for $400 when I was damn near broke in Boulder to cheer my gorgeous, wonderful, brilliant daughter on and on. And on and on I cheer her, wherever she may be!
What else? Well, look at my Facebook posts, they’re all public, I live in the open these days, to a very large degree.
And there’s this powerful giggle:
Oopsie! I thought it were a good question:
I used to ask and answer a lot of them, Quora loved me for that!
It was spoken of a day or two ago here. It involves the NSA, the way they interact with the minds of Americans using sites like Quora (and Facebook et. al.) and personae like Alia Caldwell — a non person who is, comically, credited as the designer of Wei wu Wei Ching if you buy it in paper. That’ll have to wait, that story, unless Bodnick wants to tell it. Papa calls.
There’s more on the Pierre and Pamela von Omidyar tale to come, too! Not now.
Love you, world. Love you, Maui. Love you, P&P! Love you, NSA!
I love this fucking American hero, too, my brother, though (edit of 8 Feb 2017) he threw me in the trash, unfriended me on Facebook, and stopped talking to me in all ways when I asked him for a tiny favor after years of supporting him and his family, before he went to prison, especially while he was there, and every day since, ah well, everything changes, that’s why they call it the Book of Changes, eh John Kiriakou?
Follow those links, read about who he is, read about what he and his family suffered at the hands of the President of the United States, Barack Hussein Obama, may peace be upon him and all under his watch and thumb. Free Chelsea, sir. Pardon John, pardon Ed Snowden, do the right thing while the power is yours. Aloha.
Har. I went looking for a pardon petition for John on Barry’s website. It ain’t there. Here’s one, sign it, send it, deliver it.
Peace, love, understanding! May they reign and rain and shine.