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Summer in America.

"Fuck!!!"

The National Weather Service today announced that after Friday July 19, 2019 at 11:48am. After this date, and time there will be no more weather. At least none as we currently understand it. This being because of our coming encounter with the Black Hole "Wolf 359".

Black holes as most know are profoundly mysterious. A feature of their nature is that they can appear anywhere at anytime. This some astro-physicists belatedly say may explain some aspects of Dark Matter.

Not that this matters now,...so to speak.

The outer Event Horizon of Wolf 359 will touch down 250km off the coast of California, and move with the rotation of the Earth westward. Boiling the seas in front of it as it goes. Behind this the earth possibly to a depth of 50 miles will be stripped into the Hole. Some think to the core as the earth itself is devoured whole.

In front of the event wave the boiling ocean will slowly scald all life slowly to death. There is no possible shelter. This will take a full earthly rotation to complete. So 24 hours from the initial contact the world will be no more.

If the surface is stripped to the 50 miles anticipated it's possible that within two to three billion years the planet will "heal".

Though it would not be an "Earth" we would recognize. Some scientists project that it would be closer to the current "Mars"with a possibly lighter atmosphere. That some kind of life 'may' re-evolve this is unlikely.

As for reactions to this sudden interesting news President Trump says he will go France. They do parades so well. He also just resigned. "Fuck this shit. I did it on a dare anyway"

The new President is Slone Gibson the Secretary of Veterans Affairs, and 17th in line of succession. The rest had other plans. The President has announced a "National Block Party" to begin at 9am Monday, and to last till the consumption of the earth.

The party will be funded by the National Treasury.

"Basically all the material needs, and wants of the American people will be met. "Of course" said the new President, "...we could have been doing this all along, but the evil shits that ran things thought you were no better than slaves so treated you accordingly."

The new, and now very popular President also opened our national secret archives for both scholars, and the curious to examine. Turns out them UFO guys are real. Their recent disappearance no doubt linked to the approach of "Wolf 359". It btw was in humor named after an episode in the "Star Trek" mythology.

Also yes as assumed it was a combination of wealthy elites business interests the intelligence community of this, and other nations that killed the Kennedy brothers as well as Dr. MLK. Cures for most kinds of cancers were found in the mid-1980's but kept from the population for economic reasons. The wealthy elites of course has access to them.

This, free tuition free lunch, and flying cars jet packs for real 3D-TV hyper-quantum internet have been in existence for 20 years, but were also kept from the world. With the exception of the elites, and military.

The reaction from the religious leaders of the world was predictable. The Dali Lama is reported to have said, "...I told you so" Pope Francis, "...and you deserve every bit of it you selfish greedy shits!". Also that guy on the "700 Club" wept into the camera, "...'The Fuck?!!"

Locally obscure blogger collage artist, and even more obscure former radio personality Uncle Sidney was rather at ease with the whole thing. Uncle on hearing of the coming weird, and rather painful end of the world revealed himself as a minor member of the Angelic realm.

"I was in lower middle management" said Uncle.

"I finally pissed off enough bosses to get sent to earth as a clerk. My job was cataloging comic books, and really bad novels." "Btw" Uncle went on. "This shit is not just the end of you guys down here."

"All of the human made religions, and gawds are toast. This includes their spiritual bureaucracies as well."

Uncle mused, "Sorry, but that whole Abraham thing from which us Angels came was sort of made up. However with so much human energy poured into it for so long it became,...well sort of real. Hard to explain. Anyway when humanity goes the energy goes with it goes. So all your heavens hells or whatever is toast on Tuesday along with everything else around here.

Me I'm taking president what's his name's offer to get neat stuff. I gots my eye on a hot pink 1956 "Thunderbird",...ya know with that little "porthole"? Yeah that if they can find one in time.

However all may not be lost,...Uncle goes on.

"Um,...I must say at this point. I mean still having a bit of connection with all that spirit jazz."

"Nothing may happen."

"The Ultra-verse is weird. Ya know like that big Blizzard we were supposed to get here in NYC the other winter. At literally the 'last' moment it went north, and we got drizzle instead."

"Well "Wolf 359" may well do the same, and disappear back into whatever dark matter corner it came from. Just saying."

"Also Trump may want his job back."

More on this developing story as events warrant.

"Telephone"

Well I have a telephone. Well I did,...it died. I have to get another one. However when I did have one I would speak to people on it or they'd dial me, and speak to me. That's all it does. I had a time finding something that did just that, and only that!

A few years back while looking for such. I had a youngster in a shop trying to sell me all sorts of nonsense. It does this that the other. I said I just wanted to talk on it.

A blank look from the sales kid.

He actually said, "...I don't understand". I said I watch TV on my TV, and listen to radio on my radio, and take pictures with my camera. I email on my computers, and blog on the same. I have no use or need to drag all of that around with me. Blank look...stunned actually. He said, "I don't think they make anything like that now."

The manager came over he was older...in his early 30's so may have seen a large black piece of plastic on a table at his grand mother's house when he was a baby. "You're the man that wants a "telephone?"

"Yeah" I sez. I tells him in the nicest way I can that at my age I know more dead folks than live ones. I tells him he "may be so lucky" one day. He smiles. That's nice. It's nice to make folks think, and smile.

Anyway I tell the youngster that I've never texted anyone in my life, and was unlikely to do this since everyone still alive I know has also never done such foolishness. That or watch movies on a bleeping phone. I mean whose idea was that?

Anyhow he taps on his hand held looks around, and sez, "Eh,...I think we actually have something you can use. It's Korean, and made for elders."

Really?

Anyway he sends junior to the storeroom to fetch the rare, and prized item. It's a slightly smaller than palm sized 2005-ish looking thing. It makes calls, and takes them. Also that "911" for free stuff. ...Period. Though he started to say "it could text if you,..." I said thanks I'll take it as it is." I said the only thing I need this for is my sister, and friends to "call me to see if I'm still alive", and me them. That's it. After over 50 years my pals and I have said all we need to say...other than to make sure we're all still alive.

Good thing I got it when I did as I doubt anyone on earth makes this sort anymore. Bleeping goat herders in Mongolia are more connected than I am. 'And they're welcome to it too!

The End.

"Lights Out"

I apparently slept through the latest historic NYC Black out. A feeder line blew because of the extremes of heat.

This is our fourth major non-WW2 Blackout. I lived through the first three. The worst 42 years ago in 1977. 

That one caused massive riots. large parts of the city were set on fire by enraged bleeped over people. 

Poverty extreme heat violent corrupt cops. Google the Knapp Hearings. 

This plus lots, and lots of poor people,...yeah shit could, and did happen. Remember this was the era the City was bankrupt, and the Bronx was burning.

In I think 2003 there was another. Totally peaceful like the first in the fall in 1965.  This one was somewhat smaller,...only Manhattan. Again peaceful or as peaceful as one can be on a subway stalled in a tunnel with the temps at 115f~46c.

Things are starting to stabilize now. Power is mostly back on. Though some dark spots still. Subways our primal arterial pathways are coming back. Bleep the buses. Note if you're coming here walking or cabs are preferable to the bus,...if the ever come.

Otherwise things are just peachy in town.

"USS Franklin"

On March 19th 1945 the USS Franklin off the Japanese island

of Honshu was attacked by enemy forces.

The Franklin took a major bombing then Kamikaze strikes, but survived.

800 crew were killed 500 wounded 21 missing.

One of the killed in action was my Uncle John Calhoun.

I was born after the war so never met him, and knew little about him. Other than the letters to my Aunt he sent.

 Some of which I read many years ago.

My almost father was killed on the USS Arizona at Pearl Harbor.

I only know his first name,...William.

He was my mother's boyfriend they intended to marry. 

He joined the Navy a year before the attack on the harbor.

As my mom told it he never had a chance.

Negro seaman were bunked in the lowest quarters so when the ship exploded there was no way for them to get out.

Same with Uncle John.

My dad, and other uncles all fought in the various fronts of WW2.

My mom, and aunts were all Colored Rosie the Riveters.

This thanks to FDR.

Navy Hellcat.

He made it law that any company with a war contract could not abide by local Jim Crow segregation employment customs.

So one aunt in Mississippi built P-51 Mustangs, and my mom in New Jersey built Navy Hellcat fighters.

I was thinking about all this so just noted it down for the record.

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During the Vietnam War no one built anything.

Poor Whites poor Blacks, and Hispanics got drafted, and killed in their tens of thousands. Everyone else stayed home smoked dope got laid, and grew up to be republicans.

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All the pointless wars after were fought by volunteers. 

Poor Whites poor Blacks, and Hispanics that needed the work.

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Next time it's drones, and robots.

"Time Lord"

Brooklyn's Moon shines over another Hot Hazy Night.

"Time Lord"

I'm fifty-nineteen years old.

I was born in a 1950 heatwave on this date.

It's 89f at 2am,...nothing has changed.

Loves ya all.

"Trooper"

Speaking of Birthdays. My ma got me a "Howdy Doody" 

marionette for my 6th Birthday.

A mere 468 years ago.

If I still had it I could eBay it for the Gross National

Product of Belize.

I left it out in the yard, and it rained overnight. Next day I looked all over the house for the little guy. Eventually I found him in the yard.

Seems Howdy was made of pressed painted cardboard.

There he was face down in the mud,...but 'still' smiling.

Gawd what a trooper he was!

"Life, and Times"

"Life, and Times"

I was asked what's "Bob the Bunny's" take on the former Steve Bannon.

"Bob the Bunny" knew Bannon back in the day. They were both Black Op vets. ...that is before Bannon went rouge. He, and Bob they used to hang out in the back of decommissioned B-52's out at the old bomber "Bone Yard".
Aka Davis-Monthan AFB. ...outside of Tucson. There they'd drink shoot up speed heroin "speed balls". Also cleaning fluid or root beer. Bob did root beer. Bannon the Windex.

Btw that drug road was written all over Brannon's face.

Anyway they had a falling out when Bannon tried to get Bob to join some secret Nazi SS assassin cult. For some weird reason they wanted to terminate all the subway conductors in Chicago. ...??? 

Said Bob da Bunny, "...I only kill for the Constitution."

Bob later passed on a forensic psych profile of that Bannon whack job. This to his connections in the NSA/CIA/ Mossad, Microsoft, and that scary ruthless bunch that runs all the dark self aware A.I. systems. Yeah the real power players now had his number. 

Bob said, "...it was just a matter of time till they clipped his wings."

Note how quietly, and smoothly they just ordered Trump to remove him from the NSC...National Security Council. A post to which he himself arraigned his own appointment.

On that self-installation Bob said, "...got to hand it to 'em...Balls."

Trump signed the order having not read it,...had no bleeping idea. He could have been ordering Thai-take out. The dance of the true power cliques is a sight to behold. A grand ballet. That Trump crowd has no idea who, and or what they're fucking with.

It's about to get really entertaining...or so "Bob" tells me.