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I speak with a welcome visitor

July 26, 2026

Note: I just put up a new post on greenacresvillage.org, in case you’re interested.

A wonderful young woman, now 35, who lived here in our Green Acres Village ten years ago, came to visit me this morning on her way back to the town where she now lives after a weekend excursion in Bloomington. We sat on the front screened-in porch, and talked for quite awhile, ranging far and wide, and agreeing wholeheartedly that little moments between strangers, can yield wonders.

She had been worried about not getting enough human interaction in one of her day to day jobs, which is to watch at a supermarket while people do their own check-out. She expected the job to be boring, but it isn’t! Each time she goes to help someone who’s stuck, the two of them tend to briefly connect, in an authentic manner, with the customer being grateful for her help and she happy to be of help.

“You probably have these moments on your walks with your dog,” she said. Oh yes! Which prompted me to go on and on, how strangers, thanks to our dogs, for one glorious moment, tend to re-member our shared humanity.

We also talked about the amazing signs that nature gives us, or that our own bodies give us, when we need them most. Like, for example, I pointed out to her, the day a couple of months ago when twice within a couple of hours, a turkey buzzard, flying high above, dropped a load of shit on the top of my head! Huh? What are the odds?

The turkey vulture prompted me to finally look at and deal with the weird sore in back of my knee from a couple of days earlier, which, when I finally did, looked like a target, with radiating rings. In the center, oops! A tick bite!

Immediately, I had to turn my attention to healing my own body.

She, like myself, is utterly blown away that a turkey vulture would do that. Twice! Utterly astonished by how Nature teaches us, exactly the lesson we need to learn, and just when we need it.

At first, I had no idea what I was watching . . .

July 25, 2026

. . . then it dawned on me. Aha, the National Press Club Annual Roast!… 

Did you happen to tune into this event last night? I certainly didn’t mean to, but then I found myself mesmerized, while lying on my side with my ipad, watching Trump, live, speak to an audience in a gold-plated, chandeliered White House room.

(I was pissed. My fascination was robbing me of needed sleep!)

In case you want to watch it now:

https://x.com/aureliusstoic1/status/2080857299711590770?s=61&t=aUBDiSUrvn0aSlRBtZx0wQ

 

At first I was puzzled, shocked. Both at the snide, sly, dismissive attitude of his remarks (though Trump’s the king of shock, and does so regularly), and at the weirdness of the audience reaction, or lack of reaction, to many of his remarks meant as jokes. He would subtly note that they did not laugh, or clap, and then just shrug his shoulders and plough on.

During the longish, obviously off-the-cuff speech, where he let loose with whatever, over and over again — to the audience of beautifully coiffed, manicured, and dressed young women with their men at dinner tables, over and over again craning their necks to seek each other’s eyes, embarrassed, stunned, in one way or another. Their men more stalwart, no expression, some of them rudely on their iphones.

Then, I realized, aha, this is . . . They had tried to stage this annual event earlier, at another venue, only to experience another likely (white hat? black hat?) psy-op “with lone shooter”? — muffled shots fired backstage?, with Trump rushed off the stage, and the audience ducking or scattering. Remember that one?

During the remarks that followed his own last night, Trump was seated onstage next to Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt, her motherly attitude consoling him for what he knew he needed to do, and doing it; deliberately agreeing to serve as target of their endless hostility, his sacrifice includes even welcoming in the usual, boring, endless TDS.

More and more, to me, Trump looks exhausted by the role he has courageously agreed to play, taking all the heat as the deep state is oh so gradually being exposed and ultimately dismantled.