Cancer. The monster under everyone’s bed.

The Magasphere will exploit our fears and sadness. They will try.

We’ve all heard by now, our Biden is on the skids. His mortal frame is more fragile after 82 years. The reaper never needs a reason, we find one to battle and resist. The chinks are real and in the end, we all end. Passing is everyone’s sure future. We watch our loved ones and the others too and if you’re long in the world, one wonders more ponderously. Becoming more watchful, kinder. Or not. Be prepared,… those on the attack aren’t boy scouts but stupid, mean louts.

Let’s see Trumps medical records, my first considered response. The fight, fights on. News in a tumble of events and worst stories, here’s one… sweaty faces literally say “he hung himself” in quiet, desperate disclosure on Fox. Fox lady leans in and faux helps their cause. What do we really know? That’s the point.

Sweaty, evasive in appearance. Bongino’s eyes darting away signal an untruth. Patel will have his own emoji before all is done.

The more they try, the worse it gets for themselves.

Beeeep beeeep the wheels of the bus go backwards, too… backwards too… bac…

The party of failure has much criticism of how doctors, medicine in general has failed Biden. Not a heartbeat detected among ‘em.

No cloud passes by without a trace. A shadow, a silver lining or some such nonsense to flip a tear into an ocean of hope in one’s heart. Unseen but pulling as a tide. The greater trends of change, our natural evolvement is kicked around by bombs, rockets and lies about them all. Pump more oil rather than advance more science.

Gaza is being cleared today. The start. My eyes like water sprinkles, you know who will be blamed. No, not Bibi, not Trump. Likely subject,… Biden the Jew. My funniest joke, a saddest punchline.

Treatments on cancer in general will be discussed while RFKJr croaks his complaints, looking every inch strangled as Epstein had been. That tie, fcs. He’s got a tanning bed.

I choose to believe what I’ve been told, the universe, which is everything of the all, bends towards life. To the light. Huge laundromat of living. That’s what we do, we live and tell ourselves we will renew simultaneously as some great compost. The great myths of civilizations the great truths of civilizations past still prevail as we are still standing. Get the vaccines, they still make them. He, well here…

The gods, some have said, died only to be chopped and buried, yet inadvertently really planted, to live again. Seeds of the whole, the one, always expanding. That guy in the cave, emerged again.

The sight of the stars was from within and drove people to share the inner sight. Love grows. Think love creates growth rather than love gets bigger. Or both. Language is funny. Ideas are important and language tries. Paint pictures, sing, dance and some petting each other will help the communications.

There no one reveal that makes this awful chapter go away. Humans write the story. We write every story. Penguins have no paper. Whales have no pens. Why us? We made the pens and papers so… can’t really answer.

One by one the alternate reality created, it’s a facade, is peeling away from what we know as abnormal human behavior. Any cancer diagnosis is one more sad day,… one like when my uncle, your dad, their mom. Republicans, maga and democrats alike get the big c. Cancer knows no politics. Death has no escape. They will try to shape the moment differently.

Just a few visual gems from the past…

Today… just so you know its happening…

Actually important stuff from Rubio yesterday. He said Russia will face sanctions for messing around with the ceasefire talks and done through Congress. So we aren’t completely done with the tools of diplomacy and hypocrisy, oh geeez, I mean the three branches of government.

Thanks for being here. I wouldn’t be here without you.

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