The New American Digest

I’ll not often provide a link to other web sites; they’re there if someone wants to look them up … but this one I’ll recommend.

Eric Peters writes some interesting stuff.

www dot ericpetersautos dot com/2025/05/06/no-timeline/

In full early leaf now; the yellow will change to dark green as the season progresses … then back to yellow, then brown.
This one’s a male – no pods.

It was either a pleasant view of spring leaves or a rant about the Fed spending $2.5B on renovations. So much for DOGE.

A very, very, very long time ago … so long ago, Eisenhower was still president – there was this girl you see …

3 foot two; eyes of blue. At the time.

I remember her mother and mine being good friends.

I remember Scott White … but I don’t remember getting into a fight with him over her. But she does.

I remember smoking corn silk cigarettes with her behind the garage.

I remember discovering the differences between boys and girls with her … behind the garage. When too young to care.

I remember that garage … 🙂

I remember “breaking up” when her family moved away. (Kennedy might have been President by then. Maybe not yet.)

I remember our family moving away … then her family moving into the neighborhood we had moved to.

I remember we got “engaged” on our front porch. Kennedy was President by then.

I remember she was the first girl I saw naked when I was old enough to appreciate such things for what they were. Earlier didn’t count.

(I remember it was a couple more years before that happened again.)

I remember our paths splitting apart when puberty hit. Way apart.

I remember her complaining I spent too much time studying and not enough partying (just how much was enough???)

I remember my youngest brother asking when she had gone into heat when she got pregnant young.

I remember hearing she died in a drug deal gone bad down in Mexico someplace.

I remember finding out – 40 years later – she hadn’t died. (But I had gotten used to idea she had died.)

I remember finding she had tuned into a burned out, worn out, bedraggled druggie living on welfare in “public housing”.

I remember finding out we had nothing in common except hazy, half-remembered, no longer desired memories.

I remember today is her birthday.

I know memories can carry more weight than reality.

Happy Birthday, Suzie. I know where you are … and it doesn’t matter anymore.

I know I’ve declared winter over ’round these parts but I need to remind myself that on May 5, 2022, it looked like this outside my back door.

Weatherman suggests a high of 70 today … with 90s by end of week (???).

a tour of “you don’t wanna go there”
written by: el gato malo of “bad cattitude”, May 3rd, 2025
Suggested by ghostsniper

people are familiar with the common construct of “the third world.” they are also familiar with the idea of “the first world.” what’s interesting to me is the idea of how one becomes the other and the presumption of the causality and the pathways by which that occurs. it’s worth some exploration.

worryingly, this is a topic on which i think most people’s intuitions and utopian hopes are hopelessly wrong to the point of being outright dangerous.

in an attempt to clarify and circumvent such, i’d like to add a new construct to the list, that of “the second world” and this is important because it is not at all what most people think.

The article is here: