Goodby June 2020

Today is the First day of July.

2020 has been a year dominated by the Covid Crisis, but video of George Floyd's brutal May 25 murder by the Minneapolis PD has altered the USA. His death sentence was in response to his having passing a counterfeit $20 bill at a convenient store. President Andrew Jackson's face is on the 'double-saw buck'

Millions of outraged people have taken to the streets demanding justice and the defunding of the police.

June 1 - Minneapolis burned n response to the city government's lax response to the Police killing a black man for nothing

Two nights ago I was with the young occupiers of New York's City Hall. Their encampment on Centre Street effectively blocked the Brooklyn Bridge and they are dedicated to forcing the city to cut $1 billion from the NYPD budget to be redistributed to the general welfare fund. I walked among them, an old man. Their furor is well placed to disturb the 'same old same old'.

The police were the police.

The Atlanta 12 shot Rayshard Brooks on his daughter's 8th Birthday for exceeding the DWI limit by .02%.

Breonna Taylor, 26, was killed in her own home by the Filth in March and the Steroid Slave Patrols have no intention of stopping their rampage.

Little good happened in June, although the PO-Dee celebrated the High Holiday of National Donut Day with impunity.

Wars raged across the world.

Travel was banned everywhere in the world.

I am trapped in NY, but I do get out to the world.

The only drinker at the 169 Bar.

I protested with my friend Brigette.

Brigette and her beau Jacob trained north to Catskill.

Canal Street after midnight was dead.

I won't say who was to blame.

The rich never own up to their sins.

My family was safe in Thailand.

My loving daughter Angie and grandson SunSun.

He was almost named Captain Sunsun and I thought he was a superhero.

Now the six-month old is SunSun.

A superhero for me.

My good comrade Jocko Weyland was getting in the last ski-runs in the Sierras.

I found the END on Broad Channel.

I thought it was going to be worse, but the sea forgives those who love it and will kill anyone who refuses to acknowledge its power.

My old punk comrade Rick Guadalcanal was in deep isolation.

I had a bout with Covid in late March.

We sit in his backyard and fed peanuts to the squirrels.

Both of us appreciate the simple life.

Father's Day was glorious with the Nepolas.

And

One more thing. FUCK THE TRAITOR TRUMP.

One day we will laugh again in the sunshine somewhere over the rainbow.