well, it happened. splurge had his “procedure.”  he left the house a growing young tom with all the verve that a tom cat has, and he came home with no verve at all.  the kid is verveless.  now, i know from my own experience that what’s gone won’t be missed, but when he shook off the anesthesia and realized that counting his assets would not take any time at all because there was nothing left to count, he fell over in a faint.   the shock was too much for the kid.  i suppose we’ve all had a lot of shocks lately.  porn star and president, loud-mouth lawyer admitting what 45 denied, epa chief with no understanding of the “p” in epa, two koreas melding into one, evangelicals supporting satan, police legally lynching black men, asylum seekers turned away at the border, etc., etc.. no wonder there’s a volcano erupting in hawaii; the earth has had enough of this bullshit and is taking matters into her own hands.  i nearly faint every time i read the paper!  so it’s time to get to work.  i can’t exactly participate in a march on d.c. since i’m not allowed outside.  i’ve written plenty of letters to my senators, but they don’t deign to answer.

clearly the time has come to seek the help of a higher power.  i encourage you to join me in requesting  intervention by the god of your choice.  i’m not asking mine to put anything back the way it was.  as i’ve already said, sputum will be fine without his jingle bells.  i’m talking about upheaval along the lines of the cleansing of the temple.  i’m talking about justice, mercy, humility and god-like love for all of god’s creatures.  i’m talking about how it should be, not how it’s been.  so friends, i’m talking to my god, and i hope you will talk to yours.  we need a mighty big shoulder against this wheel.  purr, y’all.