Chamblee54

It is another morning. Get up, do a few gentle exercises, stumble into the kitchen, make the first part of breakfast, go back to my room. Turn the computer on, take out my medications. Since two of the meds are out, I walk across the room. There is a shelf with pills waiting to be taken. It turns out I have, for some reason, a double supply of my blood pressure meds. It is the time of year when I need to see the doctor. She will think of something to fuss at me about, and spoil my day. Since I have a six month supply of things, I can put this unpleasant duty for a while.
Sunday does not, under any circumstances, include going to church. It does include taking a reading on the water meter. I have had my issues with the county water department. It pays to take a weekly meter reading. This week was within reasonable usage, so we move on.
Twitter and facebook, the midget mannequins of the apocalypse, are full of cheerful commentary about our antichrist POTUS. I am just sitting back, taking it all in. It does seem to give Mr. Biden an advantage in the upcoming election. Whatever g-d chooses to do with the orange haired idiot is fine with me. I would, however, prefer not to let VPOTUS have a chance at playing world leader.
I took the transcripts of the debate, and broke it down into ten beat lines. The next step is to retrofit the lines into couplets, and create poems. Breaking down the transcript was triggering. POTUS interrupted, lied, shouted down, and generally acted like a total asshole. It brought back unpleasant memories of jousting with verbally incontinent bullies. After this wrestling match with a hog, the entire country was dirty. The pig enjoyed himself.
People obsessed with Donnie’s racial attitudes are missing the point. The president is a crook, a liar, and a fuckup. Maybe he is a racist, maybe not. Unfortunately, many people thing a man’s racial attitudes are a good reason to hate him. Me, when I hear someone call president Trump a racist, I realize that this same person probably calls me a racist. I hate feeling solidarity with Donald Trump, but these social justice wankers are forcing me to.
Breakfast began with mandarin oranges, and canned cherries, left over from yesterday. Every other day, I open a can of each, pour the juice in my tea, and put half the can in a bowl. The other half goes in a jar, waiting for the next day. This was a jar morning.
Two Tupperware containers are waiting for me. Yesterday, I cut up potatoes, washed some turnip greens, and put them in the steamer. I remembered to cut down the heat, after it started to boil. After a half hour, I have a delicious breakfast for two days.
The Tupperware #250 Millionaire Line is a marvel of Eisenhower era plastics. This container is clear plastic, 3.5″ tall and 4″ round. The plastic is .16″ thick, and utterly indestructible. This product was bought at a Tupperware party.
“After World War II, (Earl Silas) Tupper received a block of polyethylene from DuPont, which was hoping plastics manufacturers would invent peacetime uses for the new material the company had developed during the war. Tupper tinkered with his molding machines for months. DuPont had added fillers to the polyethylene to firm it up and it was difficult to mold. Tupper asked DuPont for some pure polyethylene pellets instead. They were skeptical, but after much trial and error, Tupper produced the first of his Tupperware bowls.”
“Tupper started marketing his products as giveaways with cigarettes. Eventually they made it into department stores. He even opened a showroom on Fifth Avenue in New York. His Tupperware “wonderbowl” — with its patented burping seal — won design prizes. He advertised widely. But he wasn’t doing very well financially.”
“The person who transformed Tupperware into a marketing empire was Brownie Wise — a single mother with no formal business training. She had started selling huge quantities of Tupperware at home parties, and when Earl Tupper noticed the sales figures in 1951, he invited her to visit Massachusetts. The result: he decided to sell Tupperware exclusively through home parties and to make Wise his company’s vice president and head of all sales.”
It worked well, until it didn’t. Mr, Tupper fired Ms. Wise, and sold the company. Pictures today are from The Library of Congress.