Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello, my busy bees! How are you? The 4th of July is almost upon us and there is still an occasional chill in the night air. I am so glad that I am not in charge of the weather, entirely.

Speaking of the weather, to read about my whereabouts during this past weekend’s picnic, please refer to the 36th comment on the “Today is the Day” blog: http://www.jtirregulars.com/2009/06/today-is-day.html. Apparently, a good time was had by all, no matter where we were.

I apologize to Ms. Beejay for my blog being a little late today. I didn’t realize that she is such a fan. In the future, I will transmit my blogs to her telepathically as soon as they are conceived. That way, Ms. Beejay, you will receive all of the Zoltar®, all of the time. See you in your dreams. And while you’re driving somewhere. And when you’re trying to think of something else or remember something, all that will come to mind is Zoltar™. Enjoy.

There were no messages in my email this week. I also received no telephone calls or telegrams. That is a good thing, for it means that my beloved Irregulars are not currently troubled by any gnawing psychic doubts or questions. It is my only desire to serve the needs of my audience.

I considered making some comments on local and regional political matters here, but I tire of the machinations and lies. It is like commenting on sewage week after week. It stinks to high heaven and those who revel in romping through the muck are simply covered with (and full of) shit. Lying, thieving scoundrels and their lawyer leeches butting heads with other lying, thieving scoundrels and their lawyer leeches. If you have the morals of Al Capone and the capacity to lie, lie, and lie some more, then you, too, can become a street gangster or a politician. There is little difference between the two other than the fact that the street gangster will lie to you less while he robs and rapes you. Our City Council is poised to approve whatever lies are issued from above and the police force stands ready to enforce them. Common sense and decency are the domain of only those whose taxes support the political hacks that attack us from on high and the street thugs that undermine us from below. There is no honor left in Racine, only lies and ashes in the mouth. Oh yes, and parties, too, parties, parties, parties! So, smile when a gun barrel is pressed to your neck or the mayor’s personal friends plunder the city, for that is the price that we must pay as we party our way to prosperity in Racine, Wisconsin.

Please send your questions and comments to me at: madamezoltar@jtirregulars.com.

Have a wonderful week my friends. Enjoy the 4th of July, when the best of Racine will display their patriotism by combining drunkenness with explosives and firearms. To quote my favorite ex-mayor, “Give me a party, or give me a 14 year old girl!”