Kanye West wants to run for President. Of the entire country. This would have seemed an unlikely bid 20 years ago. However, since the advent of the Orange Menace, the MO sees that anything is possible. It is true that Kanye is a college dropout with no real experience in anything remotely considered to be governing. Then again, Wisconsin elected a governor who was a college dropout. (Come to think of it, he was also a religious fanatic. Hmmmm. Perhaps Scott Walker and Kanye West are really the same person. After I get to the bottom of the Deep State, I will be sure to explore this possibility in greater detail.)

If you are a bit concerned about West’s aspirations, you might also consider that he made the announcement for his candidacy while undergoing a Bipolar episode. I guess he has a few of those every year. My assumption is that he looks in the mirror, realizes he has made tens of millions of dollars from roughly zero talent, and then undergoes a kind of out-of-body experience.

To be fair, I must confess that I do not know anything about Kanye’s music. I do know he is married to Kim Kardashian. Perhaps you remember her from previous posts. She was the one who became famous by getting railed on videotape by a semi-famous (at best) rapper. Somehow Kim took this rather uninspired sexual performance straight to the top. This is America. Study hard and stay in school kids.

When the current President was a candidate, many of the people I know considered it a farce. He was merely doing it for the publicity. No one would seriously consider this clown for the most powerful position on Earth. The MO, however, was unconvinced. Nostradamus has nothing on the MO. And so it came to pass. We are bathed in a sea of Liar’s Orange, and it might not be over for another four and a half years.

Anyway, Kanye definitely could be President. If you don’t realize this, your optimism about the human condition borders on clinical delusion. Bankers are here to help us all live a better life.

About a year ago, we got new neighbors. They are living in a pole shed and have junk strewn over a couple of hundred square yards of what, if it were mowed, would be a lawn. Of course, they are free to do as they will. We live in the country and there are no such things as Covenants. If they choose to create a mountain of shit, they need only avoid constipation.

To combat these people, my wife and I planted forty fast growing poplar trees. In a few years, these trees will create a screen that will render the eyesore next door powerless. Literally out of sight, out of mind. An elegant solution to one of life’s many small annoyances.

If you are waiting for a applicable metaphor to the Kanye dilemma, you will be waiting a long time. All the poplar trees in the world won’t stop a crazy person from pushing the wrong button while in the throes of a Bipolar event.

We went for a walk last night and saw a big buck crossing the road. Actually, his antlers were just starting to form, but one can extrapolate about antler growth. This is the second time in a week we have seen him. He is a healthy and majestic animal. I wish him a long and fruitful life. The rut is only a few months away, my friend!  Yay for you!!

Later, a beaver was spotted swimming in a small stream in a marshy wetland. He (or she- we weren’t that close) was not overly alarmed by our presence. The beaver swam leisurely away, healthy and majestic in his own way. As long as he doesn’t get smucked on the road, a highly unlikely occurrence given the level of traffic, he should live a long time.

Neither the buck nor the beaver cares about amateur pornography or Orange people or mentally ill rappers.

When I need to kill and eat them in the post-apocalyptic future, I will feel very bad about it. On the bright side, they won’t have to suffer slowly from radiation poisoning.

I always try to end these things on a positive note.