Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my dear angels!  How are you?  We’re still playing yo-yo weather temperatures.  Sunday got to 84 degrees!  Now it appears that we’re in a more seasonal groove.  Leaves blowing around.  Homes decorated for Halloween.  Tons of candy and orange and black decorations in stores.  It gets dark earlier and earlier.  These can mean only one thing: the end of the world and God’s second coming.  Oh shush!  God likes a good joke, too.  Otherwise, He/She wouldn’t have created me.

Talk of God often prompts talk of perfection and that’s what the Green Bay Packers have so far: a perfect record: 5–0.  Last Sunday, the Pack masticated the St. Louis Rams and this Sunday they have the opportunity to chew up the San Diego Chargers at 3:25 PM at Lambeau Field. May the Green Machine roll on!

In the Irregular Football League, Mr. Hale-bopp’s Half-Astrophysicists have woken up and jumped two spots.  Mr. OrbsCorbs’ team, meanwhile, dropped like a stone: 

Just so you know:  “Obregon in custody” http://journaltimes.com/news/local/obregon-in-custody/article_37183523-00a2-5d3e-8242-93fe5393dc00.html  I understand the countryside has been terrorized by this monster for days.  Everything is all better now, until the next major tragedy hits our town, our state, our nation.  Mass shootings are fast becoming common occurrences on school campuses.  It’s not just the schools, either.  Go to the premiere of a Batman movie and some psycho walks into the audience with flaming orange hair, firing a gun.  No place is “safe” anymore.  Maybe your basement, behind sandbags and barbed wire with a machine gun mounted in the middle.  Live there and you’ll probably be safe.  Thing is, it’s rather difficult to conduct everyday business, let alone a job, when a person is stuck behind a basement machine gun nest.

I’m all for concealed carry as long as there is enough training.  The criminals are armed and they’re out there.  Again, a citizen should know all he/she can about their weapon, especially its proper use and maintenance.  Also, spend some time on the shooting range improving your skills.  Learn what you should do about responding to an armed criminal.  And, again, practice your skills.  Unfortunately, the world has gone crazy, and we must learn new methods of survival.

That’s easier said than done when you’re older.  It’s difficult to change habits that we’ve used since childhood.  It’s difficult to change anything at all.  Our brains are no longer the young sponges that they once were, looking to soak up knowledge, or, in Mr. OrbsCorbs’ case, alcohol.  (Is that below the belt?  I’m not sure.)  Our brains are much less pliable than a child’s.

Personally, I avoid any place that’s crowded.  That used to be a psychological quirk, but now it’s a safety requirement.  Mass murderers want a “mass” of people.  So I stay away from crowds and rely on my pocket cannon for self-protection.

If we could show each other a little more respect and love, we might find solutions to our problems.  Put more oomph into your love and less into your anger.  Writing this blog is an act of love.  I love the Irregulars, my other readers, and just about everybody else.  I write and post the blog in the hope that it might negate some small piece of negativity somewhere in the world.  What the world needs now is good karma.  Do your share.

Thank you, my dears, for reading my blog today.  Thank you for taking the time to take a look.  I appreciate all of my readers, even the illiterate ones.

Where has all the love gone? Ask: MadameZoltar@jtirregulars.com

Enjoy the fall weather, my friends.  “Good sleeping weather” is what we always called it.  Be careful around school buses and idiot drivers.  Give both a wide berth.  I love you, Irregulars!