Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, boys and girls, moms and dads!  How are you?  I'm doing OK, I guess.  The doctor saw me recently and pointed out a few problems.  So I pointed out problems of his.  Boy, is he ever touchy.  I'm sorry, but that doesn't exclude you from physical ailments.

I see that the Foxconn enterprise is keeping to its schedule, whatever the hell that is.  Let me say it now and say it loud: I haven't the faintest idea where the development is.  And I don't care that I don't care.  Foxconn coverage is like an addictive drug.  It can swallow up your life.  I choose not to choose.  I want nothing to do with this mess.  I know there's a thousand ways to get rich off of it, but there's another thousand ways to lose your ass.  Too, too many ideas in the air.

I keep getting the feeling that the technology behind Foxconn's expansion will be obsolete before the factory is complete.  As a certified fortune teller,, it pays to pay attention to my "feelings." I would get involved in the hunt for terrorists in the USA, but the feelings are so strong that they obliterate sense.  As for Foxconn, only time will tell.

The headline blares, "Racine police chief given contract extension."  Hip-hip-hooray.  Thank you, Chief Art Howell, for your service to the community.  We love you.

The same paper carried this headline:District attorney not filing charges in Shannon shooting.
Will this mean protests and other civil disobedience?  Again, only time will tell. Raising hell has always been easier than raising your children.

My favorite post for this week is "Vaping California Reaper," http://www.jtirregulars.com/2018/03/sorry-i-couldnt-find-original-video-here.html  Have a look and you'll se what I mean.  I can't believe the amount of smoke that gets away.  If he would hold his hits, he would need a lot less material to burn. So, is this man brave or foolish?  I think he's just a burnout who no longer cares what he subjects himself to.

Spring is here!  It was a mild winter.  Junior says the pickings were mighty slim at local toboggan slides.  And with only one, small ice rink downtown, where's a guy supposed to meet the girls?  I keep telling him that things will work out, but that's little solace right now.  Someday Junior wil have the power of a god.  God save us all.

Señor Zanza is busy with his seedlings for the season to come.  He starts them out at home to give them a head start.  He has grown some beautiful vegetables.  Very tasty, especially compared with "store bought" vegetables.  I always look forward to the big meal he makes when most of his crop is harvested.  He once grew a watermelon the size of a tomato.  He says it was on purpose, but I have my doubts.

Thank you one and all for reading my blog today.  I love my audience and I love you.

 madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

Get out and enjoy spring.  I'm afraid this is the only decent time we will have.  Summer will be blazing hot and I'll live in the air conditioning.
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