Who will pay for the gas? In the Airbus the seats were eight across, but well over half were empty. Here we are back in the desert. Thankya Jeusus and Donald Trump. Wait, I think they are the same. OK, we are back in nowhere away from the ant colony in Philadelphia. The new grandson is great and for sure one more genius added to the clan. Big city life, you can have it. Cheech said she did not want to be in a shoe box in the desert. Kadizzle will stay in the shoe box. Open the door on the shoebox and it is miles of peace and quiet. The simple minded idiots who have to do the macho driving in big cities need to be rounded up and shoved up Trump's ass. City folks have lost touch with reality, they think the entire world is paved. Prices are insane. Four people have lunch $120? Tickets to the flower show 49 bucks? City planning, no such thing, just let the mess expand like a mold. Interstates are like the root ball of a plant. Population is out of control and the planet is reaching the limit. Hard to be optimistic. Today a dose of sunshine, and maybe a bike ride.
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