An important family member was taken by ambulance two nights ago with tingling in his chin and shoulders. He was seen by heart specialists and it was determined that he had a 99% blockage in one of the coronary arteries. Zip Zop Zoom, they were able to put a stent in the artery and restore full blood flow. But had symptoms not presented, he was a goner.
Like many, I go through the motions of good health and moderate exercise. When I'm on, I'm really on and the results are great. But then, that tantalizing taste of bourbon and BBQ'd baby back ribs or a plate full of bacon, says. "hey, I'm still here you know."
So here are some modest 60 days totals for me, and I am acknowledging that I cannot yet eat this way every day. Today, a perfect snack is 96 ounces of Miso Broth. Cooked in is garlic, onion, leek, kale, red cabbage and bell pepper. The greens wilt and I have a "motor boat" thingy that chops them into a fibrous paste. For an extra kick, I add Tamari which gives me some saltiness and a few drops of churned up ripe Jalapeno sauce. Virtually, no calories, it fills me up and I get all this stuff that normally, you'd look at and say- Unh Uh. But it tastes great. And it'll last me for 2 or 3 days.
I started this regimen about 60 days ago. I have lost 15 pounds. They haven't come back. If I want a big ugly steak once every ten days, I don't deny myself. If I ever quit drinking, the 15 pounds would be more like 25. I'm looking to avoiding diabetes, high blood pressure and a possible fate that my family member survived.
To each their own, of course. I only pontificate that 95% of the Republican party be sent to live in the very districts where they have cut food stamps, unemployment benefits and educational dollars.
Could you picture Louie Gohmert or Darrell Issa having to fend for themselves in Chicago's Englewood Community- or more stark, if that's possible, Ziebach County South Dakota, where 60% of the residents live at or before the poverty line. Maybe the tea party stalwarts would like to spend a week in Stockton, or rural Mississippi and then pull their heads out of their asses and get them back on a little straighter.
But we make Adam Sandler movies where he has a remote that he hits so he can undress women, instead. Just give me that remote. I know what I'd do with it, Blake Farenthold or Ted Cruz.
How ironic that pale male and stale Thad Cochran has to woo black voters that he never gave a shit about before so that he can beat back a tea party challenger who thinks that by ignoring nearly 50% of this nation's citizens, that is the cure for our national debt. And the TPer's are bringing in poll watchers to challenge or question those people's voting credentials.
Anyway, I got off track again, but it needs to be said as often as you can stomach hearing it. Google John Fugelsang's homage to Jesus and for a moment, think about priorities that maybe we should be entertaining every once in a while.
Time for another cup of Green Manilishi. I'm thinking of Peter Green today so that's your humstle. Buon Appetit, Murica.
Black people possibly bailing out thad cochran . Too fuckin' funny
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