Santiago Oaks

This is an overcast Saturday morning June 15, 2019.   Hardball has featured mostly strictly political stuff including extended coverage of the Budajudge town hall a few nights ago.  He’s more articulate and substantive than O Rorke was.  Dick Gephart seems to have endorsed it.  Gephart seemingly is no longer in the senate and he’s looking older.  Dick was in college when Kennedy was president, as opposed to grammar school.  We have the changing of the guard all the time with fewer and fewer politicians older than I am.  In the news they had the attack on one of our destroyers in Iran and it looks like Iran did it but Germany had her doubts.  Three blasphamus thoughts hit me recently and I’ll make a blog topic of these.  They uncovered an inside poll done by the Trump administration which shows Joe Biden leading in Michigan and Pennsylvania and in Florida by double digits.  Trump calls three months ago ancient history.  It would seem to me that Trump has only fallen in the insuing three months.  President Trump told Stephenopolis that he might not call the FBI if he was given foreign campaign dirt on his rivals and “Of course I’d look at it because everybody does it”.  He later cleaned up his story a little for FOX saying he would call the FBI but he’d still read the material.  This morning on You Tube I looked for “Why Do I Love You Like I Do?” from the fall of 1961 and I couldn’t find it.  That’s rare.  I did come across “This Time We’re Really Breaking Up” and played that.  PRESIDENT TRUMP IS FEARLESS NOW.  He knows Muller won't indict and Nancy Pelosi won't impeach and the media will give him every benefit of the doubt.  He is so confident of his new powers he invents new polls where he is winning that don't exist.  And he dares someone to come after him so he openly admits to campaign crimes knowing there is no retrobution. 

Suppose this woman rose from the dead only to have her daughter tragically killed only to find out that the woman was a complete impostor and the real mother was still dead and the real daughter was still very much alive but the impostor gains mileage and sympathy from everyone propounding the theory that she was tragically killed and everybody and his dog should feel guilty as hell for "their part'" in causing her Death.  Far out, huh?  On DL, Ted LaRan decided to be a nice guy and tell “Nicole” that her daughter was really alive.  Nicole wasn’t impressed because it wasn’t Nicole but Christine.  She was pissed that the death myth was on the verge of being exposed.  It got me to thinking of Jesus and the birth of Christianity and how the Church (as Christine) profits greatly from the belief that Christ is dead and the Jews killed him or “somebody” did and that “somebody is culpable and needs to pay for their crimes somehow, if only by giving to the Church.  It’s the death industry.  This gets me to the other thought I had.  What is the most blasphamus hymn you could sing on Easter morning.  It came to me listening to Stephanie.  “I would give anything just to have you back again” by Bread.  Stephanie was playing Bread songs yesterday morning.  But ain’t it the truth.  WThe would give anything to actually SEE Jesus Christ in the flesh, but of course we’ll never see him.  I mean you can worship George Washington as alive by hearing about him and reading his words and seeing pictures and such.  But we know Washington is dead.  Just like we know that Jesus Christ is dead just like I know my own father is dead.  Basically death means that the relationship is over.  And I submit that we can’t have a relationship with Jesus because Jesus is dead and no longer available to talk to.  The other thought I had was about the Palestinian race.  We hear all of this Jacob and Esau stuff about how two brothers hated each other long ago and therefore the whole race hates each other.  Yet Iran is the nation that hates Israel now and they are not even Semetic, let alone brothers.  And we know that the Jews are at least half from Eastern Europe on their mother’s side, and maybe more than half.  And we don’t know but what the native Palestinians that lived in the area when the Zionists invaded had just as good if not better “Jewish” credentials as the Ashkanaze Jews that moved in and took over the area.  The whole analogy is one to the American Indians in this country.  They are more “American” than we are but we say “It belongs to us now” and we take it and don’t worry about the consequences. 

Paul showed up a little past 8:35.  We want to his house.  While still in the car Paul casually looked down and saw that the heel to my tennis shoe had been damaged.  Paul thought it had been cut on something but it looks almost like some “rubber eating virus” attacked it, like some acid that ate away at the rubber.  I mused on it.  While still in the car Paul called Tim and the reception wasn’t very good.  Tim was in traffic at the 71 turn-off and we knew we had time to fill.  I finally got to talk to Judy for the first time in months.  She was at her computer.  We talked about my Resperidol usage and how it really doesn’t solve the mental problems I have and my mind is too fuzzy from the drug.   I’ve done nothing lately which stretches the intellect.  Judy went into the living room when her chairopractor came over to give her treatment.  Marie was very brief in her greeting.  Tim and Marie talked to the chairopractor when they showed up.  

We elected to go down Katella.  That is like urban sprawl with hotels and apartments such that you would not recognize the street.  I certainly didn’t recognize the corner with formerly Glacier Falls ice rink or Katella and the area west of State College Blvd where Criss Business college was located.  The urban sprawl continued right to the city of Orange and even the city of Orange was pretty urbanized.  Even Villa Park was more urbanized when I figured.  We went to Santiago Oaks and there was a turn-off to the left for it.  There at this point were country sprawling houses with white picket fences.  Paul works for the county so we got in for free and Paul had a brief conversation with the attendant.  We parked and went down the first of the three trails today.  This was much more truly “rustic” than the nature trail was.  There were obstacles such as tree branches at inopportune places.   It was still overcast.  I better pick up the pace or I’ll never get done.  We went to this waterfall place and some teenage girls crossed this creek with stepping stones but I didn’t trust my balance.  We went back the same way and got in the car and went to Irvine Park again where Paul got free admittance.  We stopped at one of the smelliest restrooms I have been in in years.  We went down this “Paul trail” because Paul helped forge this trail back before the fires had ravaged the place, and Paul pointed out all of the areas where the fire had gone through and spared some things and others grew back.  Then there was the bit with the compass and all us were turned around.  I thought the trail was west and it turned out to be north.  Then we went to the green part of the park where there were peacocks and we fed the peacocks by hand.  There were horses and riders going by.  We went to the duck pond and I had one of these nutra-bars and also a bag of cashews I ate quite a few of.  The water looked murky and dark.  We then drove by the Zoo parking lot.  Paul says this zoo specializes in animals that are native to Southern California, so there would be no question of survival.  

Then we went to Rooster Rock.  This is a trail I wouldn’t recommend to anybody.  It was down and then up and walking through sand and rock and whatever.  Often Marie would hold Tim’s hand for stability.  Paul pointed out that I didn’t have the right shoes on.  During this up-hill climb holding on to a pipe thing the pipe ran out and I fell backwards into the weeds and cut myself in five places and bled.  Paul poured water on my cuts to get the blood off.  Then we went on to see Rooster Rock.  Then we returned and I picked out the trail to use but part of that one was so steep I had to crawl on my hands and feet.  Then we relied on Tim’s memory of Villa Park to get us to this restaurant about one thirty called Rockford’s.  There was this really attractive eighteen year old out front and I thought she was advertising the place.  It turned out her smile was for relatives and they were celebrating her graduation from high school.  I had a turkey, Swiss, bacon and avocado sandwich called a “Paper Boy” on sour dough.  As it turned out Marie had the same thing right down to the onion rings, which there were plenty of.  I had a Coke and they refilled it when I had only drunk half of it.  We got into a smoking that wasn’t my idea.  I had begun by merely remarking that I had no cash for a tip because I had spent it all already.  We finished up after two and Paul took the freeways, plural, home.  We went south on the 55 freeway and then turned west on the 22 and took that and then we turned on the Santa Ana and got off at Ball Road.  We didn’t linger at Judy’s.  I just got out of Paul’s car and into Tim and Marie’s and they took me home.  Tim drove by the homes of John Sherwood and Glenda Brand.  John Sherwood is now living in a retirement community in some other state.  Interest-ingly we didn’t talk about politics the entire time.  By this point I didn’t feel like talking.  I was dropped off at maybe ten to three, and Tim said something about doing it again sometime.