Let's See More Lubbock!

We can look at Lubbock while we are waiting for Trumpius The Great to create a coast-to-coast white trash paradise, an IGNORANT white trash paradise. All hail the Mighty One! Bigger and badder than The Mighty Quin! Remember Quin the Eskimo? I can't think of anything that old Eskimo trashed and utterly destroyed, so Trumpius will surely be a bigger deal. When the looting begins, the scale of devastation should be one for the record books.

Are these pics previews of coming attractions?

This hidden playa lake is fascinating.

We find dumped furniture all over town. No dead bodies yet, but it's too early-- the death squads haven't been formed yet. Give it time.

Actually, here in Texas, I suspect that a number of militia groups would be very happy to function as death squads. They just haven't gotten their orders yet.

Actually, I don't really know WHAT to expect, but I have no reason at all to feel any degree of optimism. When the worst people in the country rise to positions of power, when the worst people  feel they have a champion, when stone cold ignorance is considered a great virtue and lies pass for truth, don't expect good things.


 

A Special Memorial Update

We have finally reached, or will soon reach, 8th and Avenue A.  And for that reason this blog update will be a memorial to a deceased co-worker. In his free time he liked to hang out at a diner on Avenue A, located at 8th and A. The diner was simply referred to as "8th and A". Willis was a stand up guy. He knew how to work. He wrote songs and had an ambition to be a musician. I taught him the rudiments of blues guitar. I don't think his dreams came true, but he tried. He died several years ago. But first, a couple of pics off of Erskine...

And now, all that is left, at 8th and A...

The old diner is gone, and probably not many living today remember it. Sad. There are other ruins near the location.

We moved on.

When we found this junk, this wreckage, we had no idea what fate awaited our country in the future. But we know now! We are going to be grape! Grape again! Cynics might tell you the USA was never grape. I can't really judge. But it is pretty much certain that we will be grape in the near future, grape, like a grape in a wine press, crushed and utterly destroyed. But someone, somewhere, will enjoy a rich and expensive vintage. It won't be me, and it probably won't be you. It will be an interesting process, of plucking and pressing and gathering the life's blood into a vat, for a select few to enjoy. Prepare to be grape!