Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my sweethearts!  How are you?  Surviving the pandemic?  What choice do we have?  At least we're getting some summer-like weather.  Hooray!  I love the sunshine.  And the warm weather.  And, I was going to say, the friendly people.  Only now, everyone has to stay six feet away from you.  And wear masks.  And not touch their faces.  And wash their hands often.  Oh, to heck with it!  I can't remember all of the "rules," all of the time.  Summer is ruined.  So there.

My business is ruined, too.  Although some clients trust me, many more are concerned with transmission of COVID-19, even if I wear a mask.  I mean, I have to wear a mask and gloves, and constantly wipe down surfaces with disinfectant.  And still some people are worried.  I've been thinking of hiring a nurse to stand beside me when I give readings.  Maybe then some clients will trust me again.

For what it's worth, I don't trust the "leadership" in Racine.  For an explanation, just watch this:



Don't you get sick of the lies that Mr. Mayor Cory 'Butterball' Mason tells us?  How many "assistants" do we really pay for?  How many tasks of the Common Council is he going to usurp during this pandemic?  Who made him God?  How can our city ever heal with a monster "leading" us?

I know, I know, I complain about Mr. Butterball every week.  That's because every week displays more and more of his agenda.  Apparently, Butterball wants to run the entire city with no help from pesky taxpayers like you and me.  He wants us to pay for everything that he does, with absolutely no explanation of why he does it.  Take, for example, his appointment of Ms. Angeline Cruz to the Police and Fire Commission.  In her role as president of the Racine Educators' Union, Ms. Cruz has stated that she wants the police out of our schools, even though her electorate, the teachers, has stated that it feels safer with police in the schools.  This type of abomination is exactly what we get when Butterball is allowed unfettered freedom in city affairs.  My God, won't somebody save us from the sickness that permeates City Hall?  No facial mask can protect us from that.  Butterball's ego-disease will consume us all if action isn't taken soon.  Oh my.

I want to congratulate all of Racine's graduates this month.  It sure has been a weird school year, hasn't it?  I think of all of you who didn't do your schoolwork or anything else of value during this pandemic.  You got a "pass" and got away with peeing away your time.  The thing is, when you enter the workforce, your shortcomings will come to the surface, and no one will give you a pass then.  You'll lose any decent job that you can get because you're incompetent.  Then you can pee away more of your time in the unemployment line. 

Well, I've peed away enough of your time complaining about things.  It makes me feel better to get this stuff off of my chest and onto yours.  Ha-ha!  I'm kidding.  I love you all and wouldn't do something like that.  I'm just letting off steam.  Toot-toot!  Hear me whistle through my little spout. 

Thank you for reading my blog this week.  I appreciate each and every one of you.  Thank you, thank you, thank you. 

madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com

Please be sure to respect one another.  It's our best hope for peace.
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