Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my mixed bag of nuts!  How are you?  Fall continues to fall, but “they” are predicting a relatively warm week.  “They,” of course, are the ones who were convicted in Italy of not predicting an earthquake.  I understand that some Italian officials are now resigning their positions in a show of unity with the convicted scientists.  Oh my.  How crazy can it get?  What if they start prosecuting psychics who make inaccurate predictions?  Oh my, oh my.  Of course, I have nothing to fear.  My customers always end up 100% satisfied, one way or another. 

The Green Bay Packers played a 100% satisfying game last Sunday against the St. Louis Rams, adding another win to their record.  Next up are the Jacksonville Jaguars, this Sunday, October 28, at noon, in Lambeau Field.  I’m sorry, but Jacksonville Jaguars sounds like the name of a car dealership.  In any case, our Packers should make road kill out of them.  Go Pack!  Destroy, destroy, destroy!  Yay team!

I was saddened to hear about the shootings in Brookfield. What a tragedy.  My sympathy and prayers go out to all who were touched by it.

My telephone rings every day with robocalls about the upcoming election.  My mailbox is stuffed with large, glossy campaign literature for one candidate or another.  Almost all news media focus and refocus on the campaign.  I know who I’m going to vote for.  I made up my mind weeks ago.  There should be some way for people like me to avoid all of the marketing that’s going on.  Of course, there isn’t.  The din of the campaigning won’t fade until after November 6.   I can hardly wait.

I don’t even read the campaign literature, but it must cost millions of dollars to put out so many mailings.  Wouldn’t the money be better spent lowering our debt or providing needed services?  Of course it would, but marketing has replaced integrity in our politics, and we are the poorer for it.

I received a call from Junior’s school the other day.  They are concerned because he keeps placing “hexes” on teachers and students he doesn’t like.  Of course, the hexes don’t work, but his behavior creeps out some of the other people.  I had a long talk with him and I think he understands now that should he develop any sort of powers, he must use them for good.  Or I’ll hex him back into last week. 

Señor Zanza has been out of town, attending a family reunion in Indiana.  The Indiana Zanzas are not to be confused with the Montana Zanzzas, who spell their name with an additional z.  There was some bitter dispute centuries ago and the Zanza clan split up because of it.  Today no one remembers why the feud even started, but the participants don’t let that dampen their zeal.  Mr. Zanza can orate for hours on the subject of the Zanzzas and what dastardly dirt bags they are.  Family politics can be very challenging.

Well, that’s my blast for this week, my dears.  Thank you so much for stopping by to read it.  I love visitors and I love love.  Remember, love is the drug. 

In love or in lust?  Find out: madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com.

Have a glorious week, one and all.  Stock up on spooky stuff and Halloween candy.  Boo!  Watch out for ghosts and goblins and black cats.  Meow.  Galeanthropy!