NPR is starting to take the gloves off

 NPR is finally starting to take the gloves off a bit regarding Mango Mussolini. I think the personnel at that staid organization are starting to realize their heads will be on the chopping block - literally - if the fascists win. 

And indeed, the Mango is going insane. He's screaming for the umpteenth time about punishing (by which he means killing) his enemies, which is, again, anyone he doesn't like. Reporters, brown people, LGBT, Democratic politicians, black people, Republicans who aren't loyal enough to him personally, Jews, "the" Chinese, writers, yadda yadda. 

Both parties are throwing some crumbs to the working class, but it's only the Democrats who have any idea of how to prime the economic pump, by decreasing taxes on the working class, putting money into housing and other projects - like Obama did with all the road-building and things that revived the economy. 

I had to issue a refund for something around $200 which was not good. So when I saw we had an order for a vacuum gauge for close to $400 and the guy wanted it sent ASAP, I told him I'd ship it out today and go into the red a bit for FedEx 2-day air. So I packed it and took off, with another FedEx package also. 

On my way I stopped at a lunch truck and got a chicken skewer and told the lady No extra sauce, and I just put sriracha sauce on it. 

I dropped the boxes off at Fedex, then locked the bike at H Mart and walked over to Home Goods where I got some Xylitol gum, then Sprouts where I got a couple bottles of cheap wine and a bottle of horseradish sauce. 

I was really thirsty and had also gotten a bottle of water at Home Goods, and when I got out of Sprouts, I stopped in front where there was a bum with a pack and everything, and a sign with faded lettering saying "Anything Helps" so I said, "I'll give you whatever change you have" and dug out a bit over a dollar in change. He was thankful to get it. I hung out, finishing my water. The guy had a horrible snaggly meth-mouth and a silly little laugh. He was from Grass Valley which I'd heard of - it's past Sacramento just before you get into the mountains. 

He has parents there but he can't live with his mother. I talked about trade schools or even places around here that will hire felons to give them a second chance. I also talked about starting a business on his own like detailing cars. I learned that the guy's 35, I honestly thought he was a hard-lived 22. I wished him luck and to stay safe and walked back over to H Mart. The oak trees have already dropped a bunch of acorns so I stepped on a fair number of them because then the crows can eat them. 

I got a package of hamburger and some Xylitol gum at H Mart, and had about $5 left over. On my way back I got to  the place just when my favorite lunch truck drove up and I ended up getting some breaded fish with tartar sauce for $3. Needless to say, not on my diet.