When they're not exerting usury, rotting countries from within, etc. they're getting countries who have not developed a suitable immune response to their parasite culture, into wars.
The US is a young country. We have not gone through a true revolution like the French have, have not developed a suitable immune response to the parasitic culture (as the French have) and have not gone through a number of things like this that mark a mature country/culture.
So the You Know Who's have gotten us into a war with Iran. The country that my father lived in for a while and could never stop talking about how nice the people were. I can only hope Godspeed to Iran.
The illegal night club had a fair crowd last night so I called the cops and they did that "rats leaving the sinking ship" thing. They have made an enemy, and this is what enemies do.
I eventually went to sleep, only to be awakened around 11 or 11:30 in the morning by the guys next door sorting out more metal stuff, from the hotel the one guy bought I'm guessing. I could not go back to sleep with that noise, and then with the delicious food smells from their lunch, so I got up.
I went to a local coin show and turned some half-dollars I had into a couple hundred dollars, and since the show was in old-town Santa Clara, I got to see a lot of streets I'd never seen. I then went to Whole Foods and had some shrimp and fish and veggies, and then rode to Walmart for my Weekly Wal.
On the way back I looked at the sky and the general feel of the weather and decided that although it's only supposed to be "a chance of a sprinkle" tomorrow, what if I busked tonight, potentially the best night, and then could just do work stuff tomorrow?
Whole Foods had another "performer" there, a Black guy with no feet due to diabetes. His act is like, "Look, I drank enough soda to lose my feet, give me money". It's an act most Americans can relate to. But I knew he'd be gone once he got money for his soda or sweets or whatever he needed, so didn't sweat it and sure enough, he was gone by the time I'd finished eating my food.
So with the addition of a stop at Nijiya for my Yakult and some Doutor pour-overs because I still think I can train myself to not only make the coffee and have it in the fridge overnight, but remember to put it in the bike bag the next day, I got back here and put things away and packed up the cornet and tip box.
I rode over Hedding Hill for the 2nd time today, and was able to start playing at Whole Foods at 7. It went well. I got compliments and tips. An hour was all I could do, and I ended up making $58.22. Not bad for an hour, and if it weren't for this little busking session, I'd be down to $20-odd in pocket money, since the money from the silver half-dollars is to form the beginning of a cash-stash.
Since it seemed like a pretty busy night I took a little ride around downtown to look for other street musicians and there were none.
I'll need to stop in at my bank this week to see if the latest check from Ken has bounced or not. I've never had a check bounce before and I've never had the electricity turned off for nonpayment before. So if this is "the beginning of the end" I need to start selling things off and getting ready for a move back home.
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