Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my Mentos and Cokes!  How are you?  Have you been hanging onto the wether roller coaster?  I wonder what's going to happen next.  I better ask Madame Zoltar.  Wait, I am Madame Zoltar.  Looks like a slow side downward over the next few days, but then, of course, the temps rise back up.  I wonder if we're going to have a blazing summer due to climate change?  Maybe we'll fry out before then.

Still no word on Sugar, the English bulldog executed by RPD.  I'd hate to think that our police force is as corrupt as our mayor.  A few bad apples, OK.  A barrel ful of rotten apples, not OK.  Let the people know what's happening in the case. My God, everything coming out of City Hall is highly polished horseshit.  We get the lying mayor we deserve.

I'm thinking of revamping my business to accept only the wealthies clients.  Mt. Trump says that I can no longer receive Medicare or Medicaid payments.  Fine.  I can't work for free.  So I'll specialize in those with deep pockets. The poor can go to hell.

I may end up the wealthiest psychic around.  Then we'll see who's boss at the next psychis convention.  High Priestess Ursala can go to hell, too.   I don't care what they do if I'm rich.  I can hire protection.

Send your political contributions to me.  I'm more likely to cause the change you want than any politician. 

Please send your questions to madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

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