El Libertador

Rubio is best known on Twitter (sic) for posting inoffensive out of context Bible passages -- Cody Fenwick

I was in poor form last evening. but Kenney's account handlers didn't block me for my emotive outburst when Philadelphia's mayor by auto-renewal began pontificating to Trump about personal liberty and diversity. What liberty? I forget, honestly, for it was some time ago, whether this was a direct rebuttal to my plaint, or a general admonishment, but a Tweeter once said that we all have the right to refuse medical services. This is true. I can end Medicaid today and then take the time to figure out what to do with my significantly weakened lower extremities in thirty mile an hour winds (winds which have eased a dangerous battle with acid reflux; I was in serious jeopardy last week on that Medicare single size foam mattress) and then try to run. And this has been the predominant need underlying my inability to get the legal system to correct for the abuses I have suffered under Presbyterian Homes since they inducted me as tenant to abuse for life. Get out. This is exactly what Huston solicits out of Calhern as Emmerich in Asphalt Jungle, still a taut film which opened up a multitudinous complexity when dealing with the American underbelly, even drawing in the cripple as facilitator via James Whitmore as Gus. The character's scoliosis is not pronounced, but is nonetheless referenced by the safecracker's wife as her husband lies dying due to accidental gunshot, and this was the sewage of 1950, the tail end of a rather elongated liberal reign, twilight presided over by Truman. Today Venezuelans flock to Columbia, which is cause for concern given the recent truce with the cartels. Rubio's tweet of Qadaffi isn't "revolting" as it pertains to the actual fact of the Obama's facilitation of rebels who turned Libya into ungovernable territory. It actually gives Maduro supporters legs to stand on, pivoting against the power the US can apply. The American Scholar who has a contributing column about Chavez and his fortunes tied to oil never envisioned this. She was a sophisticated contributor, but style is not a policy application against an economics of smash and grab in conjunction with poor health outcomes for indigenous strongmen. I myself remain somewhat hawkish for the greater good. We shouldn't want South America falling apart at the seams, igniting something worse in the continuing spread of symptoms toward lower living standards. It is also noted that Bolivar became dictator of Peru, liberating the natives into the Shining Path, and those preoccupied leftist writers for a very long time. Bon Voyage.

Local Break, Maduro on the Schuykill

Kenneth Moton's article does not reference it, but last evening's newscast paraphrased local authorities, suggesting this woman would not be charged for her drowning attempt due to an obviously severe depression. She might have injured the boating athletes on the river, and even drowned someone else, and if Al Pacino's psychiatrist in his five minute movie lecture was correct, insanity is a legal concept, and thus a difficult hurtle to overcome; since Edward Snowden is now purportedly beholden to the world's foremost megalomaniac bus driver, the computer thief should be able to relate to ephemeral degrees of mercy.

This incident is also the second local tragedy to wade in under my nose since I started blogging. The first was the death of Brian, a former tenant of Presby. He was flattened to a pancake when his wheelchair got stuck on the tracks which form the view from my window. These traumatic brains are starting to make me feel sheepish.