This old coot is now older by a year, having had a birthday on the day I wrote this, but yesterday to be technical about it. Celebrating the big 68 is not that joyful since my father died on my birthday in 2020.
The incoming President-elect has already caused China to shift its food buying from US markets to Brazil. Now, more than 71% of the farm business in Iowa is going to be gone because of Pumpkinhead’s threatened tariffs. The fact that I own 33% of the family farm in Iowa will make that change hurt my personal economy. That’ll be me in the future pictured above, penniless and naked in the snow… well, unless climate change reaches the point that snow never falls again.
But I have decided to outlive the Pumpkinhead President. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of robbing me of my joy. I like to be naked. I fancy myself a nudist. And I will write and say things I want to say. Pumpkinhead will never hear me. Jack-o-lanterns never have ears carved in them. And Trump doesn’t know how to listen.
And I still plan to make pictures every day that I’m still not blind.
Catch a Falling Star 