Joy-Joy 'n Folksie

So serious

IDK, I am not feeling so serious after the last two posts, after Joy-Joy picked Mr Folksie for American VP.

it was this long says the O face

“turds, turds as the day is long”

See, but, Joy-Joy qween can’t be asked questions until the end of the month, maybe, she is just so

Mr Folksie was Mr Cuddles until wtf creepy wtf you sick fvcks?

I mean, tampons mandated in Minnesota public school boys bathrooms. Haha, who has a baseball bat? MR folksie loves his mandates. Wear your mask. Close your store. Can't see grandma or grandpa. Here is the number to call the gov on your neighbors for not wearing masks outdoors, not staying far enough away from each other, not letting grandma be killed by protocol. Who says nazi communist it’s just neighborliness?

I went to a baseball game Friday night. Kid was throwing 85-88mph easy, in a town of 59 people, three times as many people at the game, easy. 10-3 and he threw all 9 innings for the win, stronger at the end than the beginning. Oh, ha, here are the warriors, tight, doing their thing. Yeah, who is prepared for what? What? Yeah, try it, mvtherfvcker.

Through the Chilled Years Ahead

Anyway, Joy-Joy and Mr Folksie formerly Mr creepy cuddles has a wall of Trans kid scalps, MN Nice, who’s a man?

Yeah, Joy-Joy and Mr Folksie are WINNING, don't you know?

I played a baseball game today, at the state tournament in Mankato Mn for my local 35yr and older team. Didn’t hit the ball well, until after I dislocated my pinky finger on my throwing hand, at second base. Set it back in place pacing in the dugout, after I was replaced by a pinch runner. We had eight guys¹. We would have had to forfeit if I couldn’t play. I continued to catch the last two innings, hit a double in my last at-bat with an rbi, ninth run before we ten-runned them, in the bottom of the sixth inning one at-bat later, an rbi from the third hit by the 64 year old pitcher, who threw a three-hit shutout.

I’m in the Viking Jr Motel tonight, in historic St Peter Mn, icing my finger while I work on this post on my phone with my left hand,

Coleman

mine is the open door in the corner if you can see it

the one window has not opened in some time. those are two of three chairs outside for some reason.

We have another game tomorrow afternoon here, 15 minutes north of Mankato. It is Saturday night and this motel on the edge of town is about 30% occupied. There is a small courtyard of sorts, a wire fenced in area of grass, with a grill and some kids toys, surrounded by the aged asphalt parking lot and the access road. The weather is August like late September, but the motel lobby is hot and sweltering like Delhi. Even the ice inside the small icemaker is sweating. The caretakers are a Hindi family. There is a small statue of Ganesh, the remover of obstacles, on the ledge by the separation between the host and I; I call out the name of Ganesh but the young Hindi woman does not react, on the other side of the bulletproof glass. She returns my card and my driver’s license, we make eye contact, a reassurance for her that I am no kind of threat, she returns a pleasant smile as a welcome and thanks.

I walked downtown through the antique district, had a few drinks in the Embassy, talked to a working glass vaguely Hispanic guy about gold, silver and silver junk coins. There is almost no one downtown at 7pm on a Saturday, main street like a major trunk road, four lanes and a lot of traffic, pristine in a way but quiet other than traffic.

I had a long conversation with an old friend on the way down, through corn and soybean country, about a lot of topics familiar with readers of this blog. We passed through a lot of small towns that looked quite vibrant, despite our “red pill” discussion. I was feeling a sense of pride about the general strength and integrity of these rural communities, economically and socially stronger than any media left or right or alt would acknowledge, if not as resilient and sustainable as I would imagine it could be, I’m left feeling quite optimistic about my people here in Midwest America.

otherwise though, Dems be like chuckle chuckle, wandering off the cliff behind their new saviors

1. We can play one game in the tournament with eight guys, without an automatic out, but if it happens again there will be an automatic out.