Tiger Balm Is the Bomb!!!

Folks:

Golly gee wiskers!

Generally, I try to distill this nebulous, philo-political BS that I don't really understand myself (beyond the limited principle that people in power are generally self-promoting schmucks and create fogs of non-truths for everyone else).

Anyhoo, I had an AHA moment that was quite momentus today!

So, in the moments between making the next move in the game of "hearts," my congestion monumentally became obnoxiously annoying. Honestly, there is no flaring of the nostrils when both are blocked.

I tried everything. I tried eating Kimchi; I tried snorting dijon mustard. Alas, to no avail.

Without any success, I called my mother (the first, BTW, Indian woman, to do residency at Johns Hopkins). Glorified mechanics, I call them - those MDs - overtrained buttheads, willing to go through a bunch of successive hoops to make a nominally interesting nest egg.

So, I looked for the tea tree oil and found quite a cache of Tiger's Balm in a colorful and cylindercal bottle.

And, now, after putting some of that weird Asian balm on my palm, breathing it in, each nostril had a fill, and, indeed, I didn't have to take pill!

Because: I could breath once again.

Cheers,

Pum

Numbers Are Personal

Oct. 5, 1967 - Five Years Before Johnson's Death. Shake off the loss or just "shaking the bush, boss. Just shaking the bush." - Paul Newman (Cool Hand Luke, 1967).

24 hours x 60 minutes x 60 seconds = 86,400 seconds per day.

24 x 60 x 60 x 365 = 31,536,000 seconds per year.

24 x 60 x 60 x 365 x 60 (years) = 1,892,160,000 seconds per a lifetime (of 60 years).

I really miss the Gipper. Loved the man, loved his politics.

Just want to forget warmongering idiots and rash, overspending Communists.