Saturday, August 3, 2019

Self pity need not be the crashing bore it often is.  People are too fucking lazy to jazz it up good.  That's where I differ from unter-mensch.   I'm a Nietzchian gloom factory.

I'm sweating about retirement planning.   At this point, much as I got is I plan to get Alzheimer's disease, and up the road a piece from there, cremation.  While still sadly lucid, the money situation here is deplorable.   People in Haiti live better than this.   The ruling elite is a very troubled minority down there.  It's hard to get decent caviar.   I can't get so much as a Marsh Wheeling stogie.   Strapped.  On a banana republic diet.  

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