Title: Morning Ruminations: From Poached Eggs to Geopolitics

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Another over-share from the mysterious mind of John

There is a particular kind of quiet that exists only at 5:30 in the morning. It is a heavy, expectant silence, the kind that feels like it belongs to the house itself rather than the people living in it. Usually, I am a creature of habit, rising at 6:30 a.m. with the sun. But today, the body had other plans. A pre-dawn trip to the bathroom turned into an accidental wake-up call for Jim, my friend, landlord, and housemate.

I never intend to disturb the peace of the house that early, but as they say, no damage was done. We simply found ourselves starting the day an hour ahead of schedule. However, I am a firm believer that some traditions are sacred, and breakfast is one of them. Despite the early start, I held out until 7:00 a.m. to sit down to my morning meal.

It was a “normal” breakfast by my current standards, which is a victory in itself. I had two perfectly poached eggs, a warm bowl of Cream of Wheat with two tablespoons of peanut butter and a teaspoon of sugar stirred in for that perfect balance of salt and sweet, and a crispy Ore-Ida hash brown potato cake. All of this was washed down with a steaming cup of decaf coffee.

For many, this might seem like a simple meal, but for me, it represents a significant milestone. I am currently in my ninth week of recovery from a bout of C. diff. If you’ve ever dealt with it, you know it is a grueling, exhausting ordeal that turns your relationship with food into a minefield. For weeks, every bite was a gamble. But now, things are finally resolving. Being able to eat “normal” foods in normal quantities without negative consequences is a blessing I don’t take for granted. It feels like reclaiming a piece of my life that the illness had stolen.

With breakfast finished and the sun finally up, the day stretches out before me with a beautiful lack of urgency. I have no specific plans, which is exactly how I like it. There is a quiet satisfaction to be found in the mundane rhythm of domestic life: lounging around the house, tackling the stack of dishes in the sink, making the beds, and running the vacuum sweeper. There is a meditative quality to housework when you aren’t in a rush to be anywhere else.

Later, the entertainment will likely be a tug-of-war between our varying tastes. Jim prefers the PBS radio channel, a choice that I’ve never quite been able to wrap my head around. To me, it is an endless stream of mundane segments—interminable discussions on “how does our garden grow” and other topics that could put a caffeinated squirrel to sleep. I find it incredibly boring, and frankly, it riles me up a bit to think that our tax dollars go toward supporting such programming. I’d much rather flip on the television or find a station with a bit more life to it.

However, when I’m not grumbling about the radio, my mind tends to wander toward the much larger, more chaotic world outside our front door. Specifically, the escalating situation in Venezuela. It feels as though we are on the precipice of a conflict that has been brewing for a long time.

Washington’s intentions are always difficult to gauge, shrouded in the usual diplomatic doublespeak. The official line often leans heavily on the narrative of stopping the flow of drugs into the United States, but I’ve always been a skeptic of that justification. To me, the “drug front” feels like a convenient mask for a much older, much more cynical motivation.

I suspect, as I have for a long time, that our involvement is really about grabbing control of Venezuela’s vast oil supplies. When you look at the history of geopolitics, the trail almost always leads back to energy and resources. The drug claims feel like a smokescreen designed to garner public support for what is essentially a resource grab. I could be wrong, of course—I’m just a man eating his hash browns and thinking out loud—but the patterns of history have a way of repeating themselves.

As I ponder the fate of nations, I’m also looking forward to lunch. We’re planning a menu of grilled pork tenderloin, a baked potato, and green beans. It’s another “normal” meal that, just a few weeks ago, would have been impossible for me to enjoy.

Before I sign off and get to that vacuuming, I want to point you toward some reading that I think is essential. If you want to get a better handle on the state of America today, you really should check out what “In Saner Thought” has written in his blog this week. It’s titled “Last Week at the SHT Show,” and you can find it at lobotero.com. I find his perspective to be not only informative and amusing but deeply important for understanding the current climate.

Take a moment to read it. In a world that feels increasingly chaotic, a bit of “saner thought” is something we could all use. As for me, the dishes are calling, and the vacuum isn’t going to push itself. Stay well, eat well, and keep your eyes open.

Not A Click Bait Headline

Almost Thirty dollars worth of un-cookable, nearly inedible roast beef from a major grocery chain…purest shit!! The image is from Gemini artificial intelligence. The man in the picture is not real and probably glad he isn’t.

Good morning there folks —-I am back again — missed a couple of days —just didn’t have anything to say — which is unusual for me because I am usually an irritating egocentric talker —-but here i am again in all my glory so enjoy me while you are here and remember to comment — I love comments.

I am feeling somewhat better from my cdif attack. I have been treating it for more than 7 weeks now and it seems to be on the mend. — Crossing my fingers in faith —–appetite is definitely improving — still have to be careful about spicy foods —but I feel like I am getting there —-that was a horrible experience —- I hope none of you ever have to go through it.

Jimmy is going for his semi-annual doctor visit today to get all his prescriptions renewed and then we plan to drive the 15 miles to Walmart to do some minor grocery shopping. I like Walmart for groceries although i do prefer Meijer much better. Kroger got me for $384 in groceries in the month of November so I have to be more careful— but not too careful —-I am not a pauper yet —- even though I feel sometimes like the current administration in Washington d.c. is more or less determined to make sure that I end up as one.

I cannot believe that the greed mongers in the grocery business are being such assholes. — I went to one super market chain store that is well know, very old, the icon grocery store for millions of Americans and I bought a top round beef roast and the sons of bitches charged me $26.99 or something like that for 1.66 pounds of the tough-assed shit that caused me to cook it in a slow cooker for 7 hours and even them it was still so tough i couldn’t chew it. So we cooked it for 4 more hours in a braising pot and it still came out too chewy for my tastes so today it is going down the kitchen disposal machine in our dish washing sink. — I like my beef to be tender enough that it more or less melts in my mouth just like the beef found in some canned beef stew products.

OPINION —-I have been thinking about the Venezuela thing and this is what came to my mind —-Venezuela is not about drugs and drug runners —- I believe Venezuela is all about their vast oil reserves. — I could be wrong and if i am I apologize —-

MORE OPINION —- I heard that The United States is now boarding International shipping in open waters. Open Sea, friends, open sea —-doesn’t that amount to piracy or something? Some of you armchair politicians out there give me your opinion of what that is all about so i can better understand.

Well I guess that is enough shit for the time being…….we will see what, if anything, happens later.

Bye now.

Hunger History; What People Did Before Food Stamps

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I lived in the days before anybody ever heard about Food Stamps or SNAP programs and we were classed as being “Poor” and we got through the hard times alright because my Dad worked, My Grandfather worked and My Mom worked. All their jobs were menial and low paying but somehow we managed to keep the roof over our heads, food in our bellies, clothes on our backs and remain fairly healthy.

The food was simple but nutritious and plentiful regardless of hard times.

Now people get all up-tight and out of sorts when the President threatens to withhold funds for the SNAP program and a horde of media go all hysterical and complain about it.

I cannot help but wonder what people would do today about food being short at their homes if there never had been a SNAP program or any other free food giveaways.

We just recently had a long government shut down and millions of people were supposed to starve for lack of their SNAP benefits but it looks like they all came through alright and i am thinking that if the SNAP program and related programs were to just disappear or be taken away altogether, resourceful Americans would find a way to fill the vacuum and help those who need the help.

HERE IS WHAT IT USED TO LOOK LIKE IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS


    Section 1: The “Make Do” Economy (Individual Survival)

    The first line of defense was never the government; it was the household’s ability to scrap, save, and negotiate.

    • The Grocer’s Ledger (Informal Credit):
      • How it worked: In the days before chain supermarkets, most people shopped at small, locally owned grocery stores. If a family was short on cash, they would ask the grocer to “put it on the tab.”
      • The Social Cost: This wasn’t a right; it was a relationship. The grocer acted as a judge of character. If he thought you were a “good” family down on your luck, you ate. If he thought you were a drunkard or lazy, you starved. This created a massive power imbalance where poor families had to be unfailingly polite and subservient to the shopkeeper.
    • Subsistence Farming & Foraging:
      • Even in towns, many families kept chickens or a small garden (often called “thrift gardens” or “relief gardens” during the Depression).
      • Hunting wasn’t a sport; it was a necessity. Rabbit, squirrel, and fish were standard protein sources for rural families when the store meat was too expensive.

    Section 2: Community & Charity (The Private Safety Net)

    When the household failed, the community stepped in. This was a patchwork system that varied wildly depending on where you lived and your race or religion.

    • Mutual Aid Societies:
      • What they were: Marginalized groups (especially Black, Italian, and Jewish immigrant communities) often couldn’t rely on white-run charities. They formed “Mutual Aid Societies”—members paid small monthly dues, and if a member lost their job or got sick, the society paid out funds to buy food.
      • Rent Parties: In Harlem and Chicago, families would host parties with cheap admission and food to raise money to pay the grocer or the landlord.
    • Churches and “The Lady Bountiful”:
      • Churches were the primary food banks. However, aid often came with a sermon or a check on your “moral standing.”
      • Wealthy women’s clubs often distributed baskets of food to the “worthy poor” (widows and orphans), but frequently excluded able-bodied men who couldn’t find work, viewing them as “undeserving.”

    Section 3: The Public Spectacle (Depression-Era Relief)

    During the Great Depression, private charity collapsed under the sheer volume of need. This led to the iconic, visible forms of hunger relief.

    • Soup Kitchens & Breadlines:
      • These were often run by religious missions or even notorious figures (Al Capone ran one of Chicago’s biggest soup kitchens).
      • The Menu: It was almost always soup because water could be added to stretch it infinitely. Bread was stale or day-old donations from bakeries.
      • The Shame: Standing in a breadline was a public admission of failure. Men would often pull their hats down low to avoid being recognized by neighbors.
    • The “Penny Restaurant”:
      • In some cities, local governments set up canteens where a meal could be bought for a penny or a nickel. It wasn’t free, but it was subsidized enough to be accessible to almost anyone with any cash.

    Section 4: The Dreaded “Indoor Relief” (Government Action)

    Before federal programs, welfare was local (county or city level) and was divided into “Outdoor Relief” and “Indoor Relief.”

    • Outdoor Relief (The Handout):
      • A local “Overseer of the Poor” might give a family a scrip (voucher) for a specific amount of coal or flour. It was humiliating and public; your name was often published in the town newspaper as a pauper.
    • The Poor Farm (Indoor Relief):
      • This was the ultimate threat. If you could not feed yourself, the county could force you to move to a “Poor Farm” or “Almshouse.”
      • You would live in a dormitory, work the farm land to pay for your keep, and eat gruel. It was essentially a prison for being poor. Families would starve themselves for weeks rather than go to the Poor Farm.

    Section 5: The Precursor (Surplus Commodities)

    Just before the first food stamps (orange and blue stamps) were introduced in 1939, the government tried Direct Commodity Distribution.

    • The “Cheese Lines”: Instead of giving people money to buy what they needed, the government bought excess farm goods (to help farmers keep prices up) and literally dropped them off at distribution centers.
    • The Problem: A family might get a 5lb block of cheese, a sack of flour, and 10lbs of dried beans. They didn’t get milk, fresh vegetables, or meat. It was a “take what you get” system that ignored nutritional balance or dietary restrictions.

    HAPPENINGS FOR ANOTHER DAY, NOVEMBER 23, 2025
    Another day and another dollar —-actually forget “Dollar” because compared to what it was as late as 2024, it is now only worth 97.1 cents of what it was then…….Inflation is a wonderful thing isn’t it? The more things cost to buy, the better the economy is … when people spend more, then sellers of stuff make more money ….and if that isn’t a great economy I don’t know what is. So what about the “Purchaser?” — The purchaser doesn’t count, has never counted and will never be counted except as someone to exploit, especially by the sellers of merchandise and services, so if you are looking for a break at your favorite retailer, forget it— all those so called “Coupon” savings you think you are saving money on are more than likely (In my most astute opinion) nothing but fractions of artificially-inflated price tags on store shelves to make you think you have saved something when, in most cases, in fact, you have paid even more than you once did before. — Merchandisers are clever at their hypnotic craft……. Yet, they are the “Backbone” of the American Economy, right? (If you think that is correct then just let the consuming masses go on a national boycott of something and you will soon see who the backbone of the economy really is.

    Thanksgiving has come and gone yet once again and it was happy for Jimmy and I —-big dinner…..Americans love their big dinners for Thanksgiving, don’t they? Of course I overcooked the turkey but it did not get all dried out and tough so that was some kind of miracle….. yams, dressing (stuffing), banana pudding, gravy, potatoes, carrots, cranberry sauce made with whole cranberries— all the stuff that goes with such dinners and more…..more because Jim is a prodigious cook having spent years cooking at various commercial buffet style restaurants as well as at a big Kentucky university …….My focus on giving thanks this year was, of course, thanks that I have survived my cdif infection for as long as I have and as good as has been granted to me —- feeling much better —- do not know if it is my imagination or not, but I think I am feeling a lot better now….Of course the troubling thoughts do come and go, thoughts such as “Am I really ever going to get over all this so that I can live normally again? (This thing can take months and months to properly resolve after all.) But I am doing the best I can with what has been given to me and my attitude is more positive now than it has been for weeks and weeks.

    so my big concern right now is the hope, wish and prayer that anyone and everyone who is reading here right now is blessed in all things beyond their wildest imaginations…..