Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my chickadees!  How are you?  Where did the past two weeks go?  To hell, it seems.  Oh my.  Well, I'm back for a repeat performance.  Wouldn't it be nice if today's temperatures did a repeat performance of yesterday's?  "They" say it's not in the cards, or Ouija board, or whatever they're using to predict the weather these days.  They're probably divining the weather from yak poop.  It may be cool, but we're well into spring.  This is a very beautiful time of year with trees, shrubs, and other plants flowering.  Ms. THB knows about this well.  She "stalks" the wily wildflowers and brings them to us.  The birds that Mr. Drewzepmeister blogs about add to the beauty and sound of spring.  As far as I'm concerned, this is as good as it gets.  Summer has warmer temperatures, but it doesn't have the bursts of color that spring has. And you can still get a good night's sleep without summer's heat and humidity.

Don't forget that this Friday, May 6, is May's First Friday in Downtown Racine.  With warming temperatures, more and more people attend the monthly event.  Just be sure that if you're going to be doing any drinking that you have a designated driver with you.  Let's hope this is a good one.

Speaking of downtown, I read the news about the second loan extension requested from the city by the developer of Machinery Row.  Already you can smell the stink in the air, and it isn't coming from the river.  Why do we taxpayers have to watch our money go down failed real estate hole after hole?  Our Mr. Mayor Dickert seems to love playing real-life Monopoly.   So much money is given to our "developers" and their henchmen that it's obscene.  Meanwhile, the poor areas of Racine get poorer, and the crime-ridden areas of Racine get more crime. Maybe the city should take down all the streetlights in the ghettos to save money.  And traffic signals, get rid of them, too.  The city will save gobs of money.  I'm calling my alderman and suggesting this.  Too bad we can't take down the ghettos' sunlight, too, and somehow make money from that.

Oh, please, of course I'm kidding.  Gruesome, kind of, but not too far from the truth.  Throughout history, the poorest have carried the richest on their backs.  People tend to forget that this little experiment in democracy, where "all men are created equal," is the anomaly to the rest of history, and not the other way around.  Slavery has been with us for thousands of years.  That's one hell of a cancer.

Here's another item that hits the poorest the hardest: the lottery.  I must admit to buying a Powerball ticket yesterday because of all the hoopla about the prize drawing tonight.  Far, far more poor people than rich squander their money on the lottery.  I believe the lottery offers some hope to the hopeless.  Unfortunately, it's false hope.  Just one more rip-off of the poor. Like alcohol and drugs.  Like cigarettes.  Like whatever scam "The Man" comes up with next.

Oh dear, I think I had a 60's flashback.  There just seemed to be so much more hope back then than now.  We, as a people, were much more innocent back then.  Many people say that the assassination of John F. Kennedy marked the beginning of the end of that innocence.  By the time the Vietnam War sputtered to an end, we had been dragged through the blood and guts of thousands of young men.  TV brought it right into our living rooms.  Bye-bye, innocence!  Hello, hell.

My, what's gotten into me?  I better stop before I work myself up into a frenzy.  A frenzied psychic is not something you want to experience.

Thank you, thank you, my dear, dear readers!  I love you so much.  If I loved you any more, it would probably be illegal.  Ha-ha!  Isn't that the way it goes?  I love anyone willing to take the time to read my blog.  (Psst. Actually, I love the whole world, but don't tell anyone.)  I've loved the JT Irregulars ever since it first appeared.  Thank you for everything you've done for me.

True or False: If you remember the 60's, you weren't there.  Ask: madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

Once again, from the bottom of my heart, I love you all.  Peace to all.  Serenity to all.  We are family.   We are the JT Irregulars.  You can knock us down, but we get right back up again.