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I rarely wear clothes. I mean that, since the pandemic, I do not go out. No clothes are, therefore, required. Mostly, I just wear a towel, or nothing at all. I can only assume that there are very many like me who do the same.

I doubt what you say. In my experience, I have never seen anything like what you describe, take place. Honestly.

Why I do not return to the UK?

One more thing. For all those complaining about not being able to see a doctor, I have not seen a doctor in over ten years. We should consider ourselves lucky for not seeing doctors, in my opinion.

Anytime I think of the UK, I think of the Sam Peckinpah film.

I was once in Hawaii. Truly a paradise, if not for the fact that it had, obviously, been ruined. Which, thusly, led to my further feelings of ennui. Is there no paradise left in this world? I once thought CM was a paradise, and I am still not so sure that it is not.

Sometimes, when I feel this way, I just listen to good music, Way up high.

My Dearest Friends, Have you ever experienced similar days when you just felt no inspiration? Maybe you had trouble even getting out of bed in the mornings? Maybe you thought that everything was just too GREEN around you, with leaves from the banana trees closing in upon you. Everything green, with these giant banana leaves, almost as far as the eye can see, and not a streetcar in sight. No subway. No sign of anything that we might recognize as "civilization". Just mangoes. Mangoes upon mangoes. And starfruit. I am sure that I am not alone in experiencing these feelings. Surely, these days are very rare for us, and they happen to me rarely. However, when these days begin to encroach upon us, then what is the best policy? You cannot tell me that you have never felt the same, in all honesty. Also, during these times, you might pick up a book and begin to read, just to find that you are reading the same page, over and over. Or, you might begin to watch a film, only to stop watching after about two minutes, realizing that the film you had been watching was "Run for the Sun", 1956, Richard Widmark, And then, you might begin to realize that this film was based on so many other films, and books, which makes you feel stupid for not recognizing, immediately, what you should have known from the beginning. What do you do when you feel as if you are completely cut off from anyone who might be able to understand you? I do not mean that you might be out of touch with reality in the Psychological Inventory sense. I am just saying that you might, on occasion, suddenly wake up, in the middle of the day, and think: I am no longer in Kansas. And, what do you do when this happens? You might even begin to think, why am I here! Do you know what I mean? Regards. G. Note: This does not happen to us much. We have defense mechanisms to guard against this happening. Study more Freud, is my advice.

I guess you might know... "I'm feeling in the pink" I do not mean what most guys here might know. Sometimes I wonder about the width and the breadth of the general intelligence of the guys I meet on TV. However, anyway...."Being in the Pink", of course, refers to this syndrome: "Pink clouding, or Pink Cloud Syndrome, is a phenomenon many recovering addicts experience when they first go into recovery. When pink clouding, they feel a sense of euphoria that’s then followed by a crash once reality sets in." Therefore, being in the pink, traditionally, has referred to this phenomenon. And now you say that when one is in the pink, then Cullen skink? Ingredients 2 1/2 cups milk 1/4 cup parsley sprigs, leaves and stalks separated, more leaves for garnish 1 bay leaf 1 pound smoked haddock fillet, preferably not dyed 2 ounces (4 tablespoons) unsalted butter 1 medium onion, finely chopped 8 ounces store-bought or homemade mashed potato, about 1 to 1 1/2 cups Kosher salt, to taste Freshly ground black pepper, to taste

If wishes were fishes? Can't you even come up with something new for the curious readers on TV? There is some sort of idiom, a chengyu, a four-character phrase, in Chinese, which goes something like this: 缘木求鱼 (Yuánmùqiúyú) Yu is Fish, and Mu is Wood. I feel sorry for you if you have never studied any classical Chinese, WenYanWen. But, anyway. This means, please believe me: To Milk The Ram. In other words, to engage in something completely fruitless. === Milking the Ram, Sir. Have you ever tried such a thing? No need to reply, Sir.

Who stole from whom? Wavy Gravy or The Mamas & The Papas? Give me a break, Man! Anyway....no matter who stole from whom, still such really disgusting music, which should be first derided and then buried for all time.

MAGA Hat? Thank you for teaching me a new vocabulary term. You see, of course, that, unlike you, I have never really LIVED in America. You lived (live) in America. But, I never lived until I came to Asia. Do you get the difference?

Wavy Gravy is Crazy... Yet, still quite good.

Don't sell either yourself or your photography short, by any means. I really enjoyed your photo. And, I spent quite some time looking at it, for what this might be worth.

Anyone with a bicycle, in China, years ago, was considered to be wealthy. Nice photo. Thank you for sharing this. But, still, if truth be told, the CCP is responsible for delaying China's economic progress by, at least, two decades. Or, is this just a matter of opinion?

We have been fighting the deleted since before Vietnam. Think Korea. Even the Chinese on Taiwan have been fighting them, along with us. By US, I guess we mean people from Australia, Japan, South Korea, Taiwan, and everyone who is against restriction of freedom and democracy. If you wish a more nuanced approach to this topic, please feel free to check with Chomsky. Chomsky is The Man! (My apologies about the TERRIBLE music. Please do not click. Terrible is not even the word for it.)

They are STILL poor. Only, less poor. It would have been impossible for a Marxist-Leninist Communist regime to lift the peasants out of poverty without the help of market-driven economies in the Western World. China has been selling it's cheap labor to the world, for decades. And now, this cheap young labor is drying up. The population pyramid in China is against them. The CCP is totally corrupt. The CCP will surely die. But the question is, will the Chinese Revolution, started by Mao, now controlled by Xi, become the unanticipated, by some, source of our destruction. Mao's legacy, even after so many years, may be to destroy our world... Talk about a revolution! I don't know about you, but I think that... Democracy is the best we have.

I find your post almost incredible, at least judging from most of the feedback I receive here.

Conrad hailed from Poland. This reference to keeping pigs together does not mean quite the same thing in English as it might in Polish. Maybe this is a reference to a Polish idiom? You tell me, please.

After many decades, I finally learned how to pronounce the word, 'apotheosis', and this was not easy. But, as for me, the book of Steinbeck which still sticks in my craw, after so very many years, is, still, "Grapes of Wrath". This book still spooks. After 58 years, since reading this book, it continues to haunt me. In other words, we are our brothers keepers...always.

So then, one might assume, that you worked for a Fortune-500 company, for 15 years in China, before deploying your golden parachute, in order to land safely in paradise? China is interesting, for the short haul, but this less-than-Middling Kingdom, while under the control of a Marxist-Leninist dictatorship, and a Stong Man, is no place to relax, while under constant state surveillance, for long, especially when one is ready to retire in the sun. Sometimes, it takes over 30 years in China for someone to finally get the point that enough is enough. The CCB, the Chinese Communist Bandits, are holding down the hopes and aspirations of all Chinese people. Life in China, these days, under the thumb of such autocratic rule, is intolerable. Still, some foreign flies remain in China. But most of them, these days, only remain in China due to the Stockholm syndrome.

Well, then, was it your need for speed?

Mister. Most people in Thailand call me Mister.

This Sunday, please, do not worry about Zhao Lijian. Don't let his image spoil your Sunday in some Chinese or Japanese Love Hotel. Zhao Lijian is such a sourpuss... Why is he such a sourpuss, almost every day? How would you feel under the same circumstances? Poor Mr. Zhao.