The crack house next door is flying the flag this morning. I call it the crack house because it probably was one years ago. It was when I got here in 2007 or something. It’s a lot more civilized now, but the name has remained. It’s the first time a flag has been seen here since I took mine down after Barry Obama was installed back in 2008. I didn’t like Obama then and I don’t like him now. It’s my opinion, that’s all. I can remember having arguments with Australians about how bad Obama was back then and all I would get from them is you’re just a racist. I’m sure nothing has changed.
In the UK yesterday there was some kind of kerfuffle because British finance minister Rachel Reeves appeared visibly upset about something while sitting in the house on the front bench. The chancellor’s office said afterwards in a statement: “It’s a personal matter, which – as you would expect – we are not going to get into.” If she was crying about the absolute state of Great Britain today, would anyone be surprised? Ms Reeves wiped away a tear while Keir Starmer was speaking and in the aftermath, the value of the pound declined. Words fail me at this point.
You’d cry too if you knew how bad things were.
Tomorrow is Independence Day. I took this information from NDTV World website which I think is based in India. “Americans celebrate July 4th, also known as Independence Day, to commemorate the adoption of the Declaration of Independence on the same date in 1776. This historic document declared the independence of the 13 American colonies from Great Britain and established the United States of America as a sovereign nation. The celebration marks America’s birth and the principles of freedom, democracy and self-governance that it was founded upon.” There you have it, just in case there is anyone reading this who doesn’t have a clue.
I probably won’t write a journal tomorrow because it’s a holiday, but I’ll try and find some patriotic nudes to fill in the gap. I’ve thought about not posting these anymore, because some people might object to the objectifying of women, yet women objectify themselves all day long. Plus, since when do I care what other people think? I think women enjoy looking at other women as well. I certainly do.
I don’t understand how a man can be attracted to another man because women are a thing of beauty. Some of them are funny and smart too, but that goes for both sexes. That’s how nature works, I suppose. I’ll never get tired of looking at women, they’re God’s divine creatures.