. Stephanie pointed out that Julian Assange’s
arrest turned out to be not that good of a thing for the United States. We still don’t have his extradition to face
the numerous charges here. So it kind of
makes Trump look better because as you know Trump loves wikki-leaks. This would have been an opportunity to
associate Trump with a criminal enterprise.
Of course at the time of the broadcast the full Muller report had not
been released even in redacted form.
Hence Trump thinks he got off Scott free noit having to face any charges
as consequences for his many acts. And
from a political standpoint it would have been a lot better if Muller himself
had lodged charges. But another thought
occurred to me that democrats need to be quaking in their boots about. As you know the US Senate is still in
Republican hands. This means that if any
democratic supreme court justices die in the next year and a half they can be replaced
with all deliberate speed. Senator Mc
Connell will forgot what he said about Merit Garland and the lengthly delay we
faced then. Even if it’s only a few
months till the election you know darned well that they are going to ramrod a
justice through the Senate and be confirmed.
Hence even if a democrat is elected in 2020 he may well be facing an
adverse 6 to 3 majority.
Tim and Paul showed up
just about nine thirty. They just missed
my going out to smoke at a quarter after nine.
Paul didn’t have any of those supplies with him so we didn’t stay in the
room long. El Dorado Park wasn’t that
far down Cerritos at all. We paid our
six dollar parking fee and then crossed the street and drove around in the main
part of the park. We saw people with
their dogs and also squirrels and gophers and people flying giant model
planes. There is a street that goes under
a bridge under Wardlow so we can see the northern part of the park. It was probably after ten when we came to the
visitor’s center. We used the restroom
and looked at all of the mouse bones they had.
Owls catch a lot of mice. We had
our maps ready. There were a lot of
people on the trail but most of them passed us up because Paul wanted to savor
every moment capturing the essence of it all and pointing out shrubs and
flowers. It was a one mile trail that we
went on at my suggestion. There was a
quarter mile trail and also a two mile trail if we wanted that. They said to turn off cell phones and capture
just the sounds of nature but that had to compete with all the traffic from the
San Gabriel freeway and other noises.
There were a lot of switchbacks in the first two thirds of the trail. They had markers and at marker six out of
fourteen I suggested that maybe we go back not realizing how far we’d
come. But we kept on. There were a lot of little pre school kids on
the trail with their mothers and grandparents.
There was one little kid named Charlie.
Paul took movies but one of his clips didn’t turn out. I was amazed at how old I looked. “That old guy was talking to Paul”. The trail itself was rather organic in that
it had leaves on it and stuff, and unobtrusive, so you hardly knew you were on
a trail because a couple places the trail faded out entirely and you didn’t
know which way to go. There were
tortises and lizzards and other things, some I didn’t see. The weather was perfect. It was a sunny day but we were in the shade
and it wasn’t too hot. We finished up at
a few minutes to twelve. We were on the
trail over an hour. We went to the
Sizzler Tim had looked up. We had to go
through some sort of maze to get to where you order. They had benches to sit down on on the trail
but toward the end I didn’t avail myself.
I had a tri-tip steak that actually looked pretty big. It was the first actual steak I’d had in
literally years. I had French fries with
it and tried their cheesy bread. I also
got a really big “dinner salad” I didn’t finish, with thousand island
dressing. Tim and Paul liked the salad
bar. We managed to talk about politics a
little. I brought up the topic with Tim
starting with the terrifs issue and we talked about impeachment. I had a small cheese cake cup and also had
the last few spoons of an ice cream, chocolate sauce and peanut thing of
Paul’s. We got back here in no time at
all and it was only about twenty after one but I told you Paul gave me the
choice of getting those things today. He
also mis-heard me say that I wanted to get back here to smoke a cigarette. We’ve already written the rest of this. . We pulled into the driveway
here a little before one thirty and then Paul says “We can still get those
things over at our house”. So Tim and I
and Paul went over to Paul’s house and we went inside and Judy was in the back
someplace. The bird was chirping loudly. Paul gave me two pairs of dark blue socks and
two pairs of light blue socks and I split the six pairs of white socks with
Tim. I gave him three pairs. Paul gave me a belt I thought at first was
way too small but it turned out it was just my hanging belly that made it
appear so. Paul also gave me four
batters, two AA and two AAA and I haven’t put them in yet. I never saw Judy face to face. Tim took me home and we talked a little more
about politics. It was after two. After this I talked to various people out
back, either Phyllis, Millie or later Dorthey, about my trip.
I had a dream I was (or
became) trapped in this religious cult filled with nuts who send out crank
letters and spread gossip. This was
before the internet. Some of them were
familiar with Chuck Smith. They met in
this building at Broadway and Magnolia but it was kind of “in the parking lot”
and in front of where Staters used to be.
One time I thought a guy was chasing me.
I ran east on Broadway toward the frematic tract and crossed over to the
other side and slowed down at the corner of Monument and Broadway. Strangely the guy was right over my shoulder. How did he get that close. The frematic tract had been turned into a
giant shopping center. It was really all
one giant interior store with street signs.
But they didn’t have “Level” because they had bulldozed that and turned
it into a trailer park. There was also a
steep gradient downward to Lincoln and lots of stairs to walk down. In another part of this dream I was back at
the Bosc house and Clay and other housemates were getting ready to listen to
Chuck Smith on the radio on a Sunday night.
It was dark outside. This was
near the end of the dream and I hoped this meant the dream was over but still
it lingered and was hard to shake. I
began singing a song loudly about “Ships go down to the sea” in a tune I didn’t
know. I was glad to wake up.
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