There’s a general ‘unease’ in the areas north of Houston the past few days, and I don’t think it’s because people are bummed because an arch-nemesis of mine, Shelia Jackson Lee, croaked the other day. (God knows, I fought that woman…)
Noticed on Saturday that traffic is half of what it usually is, and the only stores with relatively full lots are grocery stores. It might be due to Hurricane Beryl, but there seems to be something else attached to the mood. On my way to get my hair cut, there was a panhandler on a corner with a great sign, “Running for President, need money!” Nice to see someone still has a sense of humor; I might even vote for him (if I knew his name). On my way to Supercuts, I noticed restaurants and small businesses who’d been a staple in the area for decades, “GONE NOW!” (as Metal Leo would say). Even the Church’s Fried Chicken that’s been on a corner for at least 25 years, closed and marked already.
The People here are very tired of all of this and know something wicked this way comes. There’s a lot of scuttlebutt on dark web about an attack on U.S. soil in early October, allegedly by Hamas, but I don’t have further information.
If Donald Trump wants Texas in his electorate, he needs to get a filter and real quick! We know that some of his statements are taken out of context, but when they’re broadcasted live, well… Anyway, prep work being hurried, just in case.
Please remember, Texas was a Blue State, from its inception in 1845 to the election of Ronald Reagan. Do not believe for one second that it couldn’t go there again.