I called, this time.

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My brother.  We were having a good talk, then he brought an aspect of politics into things that absolutely outraged me.

He was saying, he heard, that Trump was going to take social security away from vets.  I absolutely unloaded on him.  A, because Trump is too much of a pussy to do any such thing.  And, B, because they DID take my social security, for being conservative.  And are currently giving it to a filthy illegal, and rubbed that fact in my nose.  So, really?  And, now, C, because I hope they DO take his social security.  He is making bank, on 100% disability, full retirement, AND social security, and a wife making pretty uber bucks.  No, I... really do hope they take their social security, and any retired bureaucrat who is making $100k or more, should be kicked off the rolls.  Basically, anyone who is making $100k in retirement shouldn't be allowed to receive social security.

He almost started crying, about me telling him to fuck off.  Well, FUCK OFF!  Fucking whiney bitch, complaining about an out and out lie, about a wienie who doesn't even help or protect his supporters, or in my case, former supporters.  Fuck them both, and the damned mules all of them ride in on.

And, again, I told him not to bring up politics, especially heresy propaganda.   Fucking friendless cunt.  Or don't bother calling me.  I won't talk to him if he brings up politics even one more time.  Yeah, he got spanked.  Didn't hang up, we moved on.  I ignored his whining butt hurtness, and told him that's what he gets for bringing up politics, a sore spot, and lying filth.  I'm not voting for the Don, he's just a minor businessman, with all talk, and all for sale.  He's a 70's Democrat, with a big ego, and no real balls when it comes right down to it.  Hell, he isn't even managing his own protection.  Still loves his ss team, after being shot, and at, twice.  Third time is the charm, good luck with your team.  They... don't give a shit about you, any more than you give a shit about your people.  But, then again, I suppose that fits.  Bah!  A pox upon both your houses.

Though... it is fun watching the new Dems try to kill the old.  Mustached Petes, in the time of Capone, or so they say.  *grins*

The last of the steak was fantastic.  Being still on the bone, I gave it five more minutes, which was just right.  Gnawed the meat right to almost chewing off some of the bone.  Thankfully, there is a reverse, in the intake manifold.  :p

Coffee, as I am finishing off the cream.  But... I'll... finish that by Monday?  On Monday.  Then make sure I can take three days off, or more, before going in for the bloodwork.  I just want to see if that makes any difference at all, or if my numbers are just whack, now, then not, all on their own.  Could be... will find out.

Yes, shaking with just a bit of rage.  Fuck him.  Making bank, and bitching about maybe losing a fifteenth of their income, while I lost a third of mine.  Fuck him.

Grrhhhh.  Later.