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The bats are back in the wet markets of China.  The soup, the stir fry, raw.  In my kitchen, a slow cooked beef roast simmers in a crockpot, whole carrots and red potatoes, tender in the hot juices.  Overnight it was made perfect, time did it's thing.  Real meat, not bats. The statistics are everywhere.  Ratios, percentages, testing access, ventilator capacity, mask stockpiles, survival rates, mortality odds, confirmed deaths, age groups.  Sliced, compared, graphed, used, all the numbers will be exploited by the political professionals.  Only two sides to join, however, for professionals anyway.  They will twist from their homes.  Double free agents are rare. The Rona is indifferent, indiscriminate, and invisible.  Keep your distance, outside the perimeter.  Sneezes can travel 10 yards.  Reporting from the rose garden, with the doctors and business leaders, and others.  Fear the rose garden podium microphone, the microphone could be infected, it could be full of The Rona, that

...that's my water bottle. No, I just got one out a minute ago. ...but that one is cold, it's mine, trust me. Quit ridiculing me. ...that's ridiculous, that's not ridicule. You know, you're impossible. ...no, I don't know, no one is impossible. See, right there, what you just said. ... just making a point, like an observation. You and your observations. ...here, this one is your water, drink up. Oh, that's right, that one's mine. ...episode 6 tomorrow maybe. Those people are so weird. ...don't be a follower, avoid mobs.

Broke and stockbrokering. Dimensions and conceptualizing. Jay's custom stringing. Around the world hunkering. HBO came calling. Check his remembering. Nothing worse than bad bossing. Players only love it when they're playing. Finally got sick of trucking. Tired of all that seducing. Martin Mulligan recounting. Naturalized Italian still FILAing . Lots and lots of interviewing. Keeping the show popping. How's Nick Bollettieri  doing? The downside of credentialing. Unacknowledged for the digging. Depends on what you mean by interesting. Hiring to firings. The story of not disliking. Former number one boasting. Losses make up for the winning. Journalists inquiring. Wrong about the overreacting. Had no feeling. Twilight zoning. BG  been isolationing . Doing good as they were practicing. Tournaments are just moving. Events need saving. T

D7G CG D7C D7CG Now I understand. We are made to overcome. Our anti-bodies, our virus attackers. Just let them have their guns. Now I realize. They slide and they pop. Storm through the atoms and the cells. You know they won't ever stop. Now I just breathe. Take in some good air. Get some nitrogen and some oxygen. No need to be so scared. Now I step back. See it for what it is. Devil's been lurking like a coward. Seeing if he can't stay hid. Now I take 5. Whenever I need some time. Been liberated from death itself. Got it through my mind.

Seems shockingly unfair and phobic to call this damn virus the Coronavirus.  The Corona Brewing Company had nothing to do with this unfortunate viral development, but now almost 40% of their main demographic (Dumb beer sheep convinced by ads they are drinking decent Mexican beer, aged 25-50) believe that drinking a Corona Extra is death sentence.  They are doomed, their brand is toast, call it a kegger.  DosXX, Pacificos, Modeloes, and Sols are all better anyway, but it's still sad, it's still an ender.  Never bought in to the urban myth of piss in the Corona brew, but it wasn't an overly outlandish accusation, it might've been true. This Hydroxychloroquine, taken along with the mighty Z-Pack, seems promising, and the anti-bodies are plentiful now, vaccines are in development.  The end is in sight.  Politicians will take credit, they will blame and sneer, they will not make us proud.  The newspeople will do their tabloiding, it is all they know.  The smug bug club.

GGFC FFGC Ozzy Osbourne on a drinking binge. Fired his whole band in a manic fit. Doing the Sabbath record on his own. Gotta go, gotta go, near the Alamo. Davy Crockett came from Tennessee. Then the Mexicans started the seige. Played his fiddle when the sun went low. Gotta go, it's sundown at the Alamo. Never forget about that Juan Seguin. Slipped out before the final scene. Carried the news that all needed to know. Gotta go, God help the Alamo. G C GF FGC Sitting on the Riverwalk. Having some brews. Pacifico after Pacifico. Let it flow near the Alamo. Spotted the bathrooms. Over the river bridge. Be right back, gotta go. Gotta go near the Alamo. Jim Bowie and his big ole Bowie knife. Victory or death, Barrett Travis gave his life. They let Susanna and her baby girl go. Gotta go, go tell em bout the Alamo. Santa Anna he was a murdering thug. Nothing could quench his thirst f

These potential solutions and resolutions, propelling our future, redefining our culture, changing the game, awakening our society.  Meanwhile, the finest checker players in the world gathered in the newsrooms, huddled up for the Zoom meeting, and plotted their next play.  One move at a time, isolated in the present, victims of historical ignorance and horizon blindness.  No nuance, only bluster, low IQ, low EQ, the basic minds.  Cheering themselves.     The chess players wait their turn, hooks baited.  Learning from the past, anticipating the future.  The knights, the rooks, the bishops, even the pawns.  All working together to defend, attack, flank, maneuver, and set up.  Working the boards, keeping the cool, checking the mates. In China, commies do what commies do, we've all seen this before. Only our capitalism makes them go. However, the demand for their supply is shrinking fast, they are the thugs of Asia. Their people want their MTV too, they mourn, Mao is squirming

EA Rest in peace, they say. As if there's any other way. No noise, no distractions, no war. Peace in earth. That's when. Anyhow, back to the day to day days. Provisions and prospects, hungry for hope. Sanitized, fumigated, and bleached. The cycles of our movements, the routines of our cycles, the movements of our routines.

Extended introduction. Plant based future. All name hall of fame. Shouldn't be, but supposed to be. Europe ain't swinging. Speaking of dysfunction. And open lines of communication. Spin the wheels of the mind. AWOL for 15 minutes. Serve and control, partial. No gluten, no dairy, no sugar. First five set loss. Terrible, terrible, terrible, just terrible. Back to the Ramada Inn. Different levels of brutal. Blacked out like old school. The slanted court. Choked on the warm up. South African playing dreams. Mediocre. Tennys on Line 4. Serious and unsquandered. No wrong decisions to make. Tough club. Unexpected results were unexpected. Came from the grass slam. Worn out and torn out labrum. Top 100. Liked the problematic. The worst interrpetation. Triple A right around the corner. Summer might be a wash. Can't gather for our tennis. Stockton Chal

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Silver linings are all around.  The end of handshake culture, reinforcement of proper sanitary habits, cancellation of MLB baseball games, a dating freeze.  A real social awakening, you stay away from me, I stay away from you.  Young people all over America are cheering school closings.  No word on prorated tuition rebates, but it seems a legitimate request considering circumstances. The political finger pointers know of nothing else to do but point at their opponents, tacky or not.  They pounce like buzzards going after roadkill, they stir it up, they slither under the notion of leadership.  They lead nothing but the panic.  The classless class, the manipulators, the dumb, the scarecrowers.  May the crows shit upon them. This is no high horse, it is the low horse for sure.  From the observation basement, from the middle of the fight, from the hunker down bunker, from the wine cellar.  Remote, but alive and reporting the stories.  Sheltering, distancing, unsocializing, stocking, d

AmAmFG D7D7CEm Lost an hour to the devil, never got it back. That virus gonna give me a stress attack. Pandemic panic bout to drive us all mad. Confined to the confines of our private pads. Blocking out the wind, cutting out the germs. Everything's cancelled, hotels got burned. Gone are the good times and memories. Maybe just for now, temporarily. GC FD7Am Wash your hands. Cover your sneeze, please. Wash your hands. Cover your sneeze, please. Look at the stars, listen to some disco. Watch some movies, check out a few shows. Get some sun, let it burn your skin. Before we freak out and everyone goes in. Do what you want, don't need an event. A ticket booth or hospitality tent. Won't catch nothing while driving the road. Windows down, crank the radio.

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"Technical Form And Mechanical Solutions"  by jpg All you weary tennis vagabonds, all you lost souls of technical form and mechanical solutions, all you attired and tired, all you Dallas nobles with your products and networks and drinking establishments.  Once a year, just once a year, let's go to Houston.  Despite the zoning, despite the grid, despite the unpleasant.  Split the room how ever many ways.  Rooftop views, they know we're coming, but they are not prepared. "Isolationism" by jpg Houston is strong.  Come on!  Be steady, keep panic tendencies out of the decision rooms.  Let Wayne Bryan decide, he is reasonable, he won't pull an Indian Wells.  Madness.  The Houston folks can be influenced.  They trust our thoughts, they need our courage, Vantaggio eats Virus Omlettes for breakfast.  We juice the deuce, we spin in and win, we crash the crash.  Isolationism has no place here. "The Fear Segment" by AJ Sadness. Madness… Per

No sour grapes here, no Designated NFM Judge bitterness, just the delicious taste of cooked up crow.  Shot, plucked, quartered, marinaded, grilled, seasoned, and enjoyed.  The marketing department of Nebraska Furniture Market couldn't have been more clear in what they were after.  An anthem of home, of feelings, of family, of sights, smells, and the pursuit of happiness.  Sell Cheap, Tell The Truth missed the mark, not even making it to the public voting round.  Of the 10 songs that advanced, 7 have the word 'home' in the title.  I used this critical word only once, tucked in the 2nd verse, after a wailing harmonica part.  Evidently, my double down on Mrs. B was a mistake.  History and company culture were largely ignored by the insiders, scoffed at by the NFM Designated Judges, they were listening for something different.  I just wanted to move product. A cynic might conclude they're reverting to a Sell High, Tell Them Lies creed, but thankfully I'm not a cynic.

A delegate dash to the Democratic National Convention.  That's what we got, folks.  Either a 78 year old male or a 77 year old male after another 78 year old male killed his campaign and a 70 year old female considers bailing out.  All are considered Caucasian by most objective observers.  Too soon to tell if the lack of diversity, or inclusion, will hurt them in the November general election against the Republican candidate. Interesting this war on the undiversified dairy industry, have mixed emotions. While no other mammal drinks the milk of another mammal, main concern is the potential elimination of cheese.  Think of Italian or Tex-Mex without it, depressing at best, inedible at worst.  A world without queso seems odd, but gotta respect the fight for female cows.  A dairy gig has got to be the worst, grass grazing and slaughterhouse processing seems the better option for any cow, regardless of gender. Lines were long on Super Tuesday in Texas.  Surprised to see 72 year old