Mini Mike Offer

Seeing as how the Bloomberg campaign is now throwing money around, I have a proposal for them — for a million dollar donation to the Potts Family Foundation, I will refrain from publishing any more Bloomberg hit pieces on this blog. And, furthermore, for an equivalent amount in Bitcoin paid directly to me, I will herein offer six puff pieces between now and November.

So, dear reader, you can track my financial fortunes by what you soon read here about Mini Mike.

It's a Hit

I suppose that a large enough percentage of its audience doesn't realize the motivation behind the following New York Times Hit Piece ... or, if they do, they are happy to have fodder for their next piss-on-Trump cocktail party. But this mud is quite predictable. The Times treats Republican hopefuls with kid gloves ... until they become presumptive presidential nominees. Then it is as though a pack of ravenous wild dogs have been unleashed and this presumptive nominee is raw meat. From now until election day we will be treated to unsourced after unsourced dirt on Donald Trump ... some true, some half-true and some total fabrications. Recall that this was the very same treatment John McCain and Mitt Romney got from this newspaper going into the last two elections.

On the other hand, it's approach to Democrats is the reverse. Very early on, the Times will do a small critique of Democrat wannabes (remember the Clinton Foundation disclosures months ago ... a nice piece of random journalism ... which will have been forgotten by election season.) Then for the six months before Election Day, the presumptive Democrat will get puff piece after puff piece ... and a slew of flattering photographs and endorsements. All this is designed for this previously-great newspaper to pull as many of the PR marionette strings as possible in order to get its donkey elected.

I suppose that this has been the modus operandi for as long as broadsheets have been around. Republican papers have been doing the same thing, both of them ... the Peduka, KY Grocery Shopper and the Boise, ID Vacation Planner.The main thing that bugs me about this biased process in the main-stream media, such as the Gray Lady, continue to pretend that there is no design to their subterfuge.

White Bread

I know that I have become white bread ... uninteresting squishy white bread. When I was younger I was more Bohemian ... willing to do more outrageous things just to get noticed. I let my emotions often control my actions ... for the high that comes from such daring-do. But now the burden of age has tempered these eccentricities ... and I am satisfied with doing a crossword puzzle or writing a blog.

And I often question the wisdom of our younger folk who let their hearts control their heads ... forgetting that I was once such. Yes, I know that oldsters who resist such constraints are often held out as not giving in to Father Time and rewarded with a puff piece in the local newspaper. But I don't care. I would rather now traverse a safer path to nirvana than to discover it after a trip on LSD or having survived an Andean avalanche. I now see the wonder in Wonder bread.

Please pass the peanut butter ...