Very good.

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I was cooking my steak when my brother called.  Didn't think he would ever call again.  Last time he wanted to argue politics.  I ended up hanging up.  There isn't a side I am on, or more, none of them are on my side.  One is a democrat, the other is an old timey democrat.  I have zero interest, at this point.

Trump promises a lot of things that sound good.  But, like last time, he'll fail to deliver.  Even when he has all the tools in play to keep them.  Better?  A stab is better than a shooting.  I don't want either.  If you are foolish enough to believe either, take another jab, marry an American woman, and keep voting harder.  Who ever becomes president will be a decision made by someone else.  Your votes don't count, and who  you get to think you are electing isn't your choice.  Who nominated, then chose, Kamala?  Not you.  No one voted her for the nominee.  Selected, not elected, and you'll still vote for her.

Still, he called.  Didn't bring up politics.  Or I would have hung up again.  You can't, and shouldn't, talk to leftists.  They are dangerous.  I'd be surprised if they, or someone in their group, is keeping lists of names.  Or passing them to others who do.  And not being involved is reason to put you on the list.  Trumpsters are just too stupid to keep up, they are the trotskyites, as far as I can see, and am concerned.  Choices, slim ones, ugly ones.

How many of his team is in, or has gone to, jail or prison?  How many have been, or are being, bankrupted?  What did he do for anyone of them?  What will he do?  What can he do?  He almost looks like the honeypot, to bring in pseudo gooder guys, to only have them be absolutely destroyed.  And he does absolutely nothing.  The fed and state governments, through their union types, are attacking Trumpsters, from the IRS to the FBI.  And?  Nothing.  Trotskyites.  Never see it coming.  Should.  I do.

Anyway.  The steak got a bit over done, but just on one side.  I flipped it, gave it two minutes, then brought it in.  It was still mostly rare.  So, not bad.  But I only ate a quarter of it.  That's enough.  Though I may have another fatted coffee.

Blood sugar is 87 just a bit after eating.  I don't mind it going lower, I just worry about it going too much lower.  Coffee, and kippers, in a few hours.

Well?  It was good to talk to him.  I let him know of my plans, of selling and moving on to the Philippines, then maybe on to Argentina.  Keeping a low profile, learning the language(s), trying to blend in, and mostly avoiding expats.  There will be some involvement, with a few rare individuals, but just for home talk, light news, and such.  Not family involvements, or frequent associations.  Keeping it light, moving, brief, occasional, and just me.  Can't trust, which is part of the reason for leaving.  Men, women, secular... post-Christian ethics and notions, to be avoided.

Even most churches are post-Christian.  More like Jim Jones, than any good old time reverend or priest.  Though, were they always really just as corrupt?  I don't know, for sure.  I have some doubts, and wonders.  Though, as said, church isn't about the man at the pulpit, it's about God.  But when the stench of hypocrisy reaches even heaven, there... are troubles.

Not grumpy, I just see plainly.  And... choose more wisely.  If your church is telling you to take the jab?  Even now?  You... should listen, one way or the other.