More chicken.

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I was afraid it was going to be really dry, when it cooled.  I had some breast left, so tried that cold.  Not bad, to be honest.  Not too dry.  Quite good.  As well, once cool, the garlic I added to it's bath really shined through.  Quite nice.  Every once in a while, I go out on a stupid limb.  And it ends up not being so stupid after all.

Very happy with the chicken.  I best get the last half cut, and bagged.  I may save the carcass, for soup again.  It makes really good soup, or stew... working on thickening without it tasting odd.  A bit of a trick for keto/carnivore.  I'm sure it can be done.  I just have to find the right stuff.  This time I'll be trying unflavored metamucil.  Literally, no joke.  Just not enough to... cause that sort of action, at least by volume of stew?  I'll find out.  Psyllium, ground or full husk/shell/kernel... or such.  Not sure which I have, or which is open.  A tablespoon should be enough.  Maybe two, for a larger pot.

Gaming well.  I thought I was stuck on a boss.  I didn't think I could get through.  I did, easily.  Not sure why I thought I couldn't.  Though... this game.  I think they change it on the fly, or even it has algos that allow it to change.  Rules, to where things are, were, will be.  Something is off about this game.  Unless they work through wifi, even with everything off.  Change things that way.  Which wouldn't surprise me at all.

Tech needs to get it's dick slapped into the dirt, for the shit it is pulling.  And if you don't know that, you should start looking more closely.  The problem is, this current government is onboard with that, for it's own purposes.  Not sure Trump could do anything about that, or if he even wants to do anything about it.  A lot of his allies are losing their properties, money, and else, for him.  And what will he do about that?  Then again, even as president, will he be able to protect himself?  Assuming he isn't shot a final time, or killed some other way.  

His protective team seems to be slipping information to people who will shoot, or otherwise kill him.  He has to know that, by now?  Then again, he's... sort of a putz.  A lot of alphas are.  They think they don't have to worry about puny ankle biters.  But when they arrive with ak's, ar's, and such, yeah.  And when they inform the others where he will be, and when.  Yeah.

They think they are bullet proof, until they aren't.  Then again, every time he gets shot at, he goes over and tries to make friends with the people, side, trying to kill him.  It would be laughable if it wasn't so despicable.  Hey, made he should help free more murderers and rapists from jail, again.  That would really help?  Bah.  A pox upon both their houses.

I guess politics has always been somewhere between dirty and filthy, between shit and syphilis in the dictionary, and on the streets.  Just the way of it.  Caesar, Julius, to Machiavelli, to Churchill, to Kennedy... pick one.  Some of them got what they deserved, some didn't.  Well, not here.  Difficult to say which ones ended up in the clubhouse for the very special self-selected.  But it's more likely easier to suggest that few escaped the conviction of their base causes?

I still remember explaining this to a woman.  And her asking me why I didn't run for politics.  *BAAM*  (blond at any moment)  It was cute, though.  If she might have just been... a bit... interested.  I just wasn't interested in her.  But, still...  Had to laugh since I absolutely refused to cry about it.  Choices.

I want to go to bed.  I keep trying to stay up longer, later.  I keep failing.  I make it a ways into morning, say to nine.  Then it all crashes back to going to bed around seven, or five, or such.  Fail.  I've sort of quit trying, especially since the thing with the meeting fell through.  No, I'm not angry.  I'm not upset.  I was relieved.  I don't care if someone likes me, or doesn't want to be around me, with me, or such.  That doesn't even bother me.  I don't want to be around me, just... what is a guy to do?  :p

He may have called, but I am getting a lot of bogus calls lately.  Trying to fix that.  I'll have to check his number again, maybe even put it in my phone.  Just in case there is some time we work together, and he doesn't mess up.  And, I can help, or go along.

Ribs are a bit off.  But other aches and pains have mostly gotten better.  Never bad enough, any single thing, or the bunch, to convince me to take painpills.  Just... nothing felt good or right for a while.  Still working kinks out, if it really isn't going to help, or change much.

Rant?  No... Maybe?  More complaining to the wind about the sun, and rain?

It's been a good reason to pray.  I don't ask for reprieve.  It's beyond that.  I just pray with gratitude for the opportunity to see things, feel, think.  To have sorted out pain, and living with it.  For the people who help, and love me.  And for those who hate, despise, or reject me.  I can't say they are wrong, if they won't say why exactly they have those notions.  Maybe they are right, if... I still suggest hating even Stalin's guts won't... do you any favors.  Hating even Pol Pot will see one in hell.  Seeing them to justice is a different thing.  Hating them?  Is joining them.  Aye.

Well... a bit of water, before bed.  And one little spot more of gaming while I consume that.  Oh, and electrolytes, plus lemon juice.  Yes.  Sounds good.  Oh, and putting up the chicken, and bones.  Delicious.  Good... morning, day, and good night.