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LeBron James, Katy Perry, Bon Jovi, Jay Z, etc., campaigned for Mrs. Clinton, not many of the young-voters would regard any of them as their political-compass.  While Don seemed ever-serious, this made Mrs. Clinton seem flippant (what, she was onstage with Jay Z, who was dropping the n and the f word, ohh).  LeBron, who I've always-liked, and he knows-well who I am, said he was getting-out-the-vote for Mrs. Clinton as he came from a disadvantaged-situation and rose-up, and he saw her as promoting-this better than Don.  Now, the chances of a similarly-disadvantaged person rising-up thru sports and being-worth hundreds of millions of dollars, is unlikely.  LeBron's deal is pretty-unique.  He lives on an estate in Bath, by-far the best suburb of his beloved-Akron (who else did this, Jeffrey Dahmer lived on 2-acres in Bath, his father, Lionel, was a big-time chemist, and it was there that he committed his first-murder.  He picked-up some kid hitchhiking to Richfield Colosseum for a Rock Concert, I've seen them there, also where the Cavs played, they went from having the worst arena in the NBA to having the best, he convinced him to first have some beers at his house, where he bludgeoned-him, cut him-up and scattered his remains on the grounds, Akron was never stained by Dahmer's actions), and his rags to riches would be hard to repeat.  Don took 81 of Ohio's 88 counties, Mrs. Clinton didn't even take Clinton County, LeBron didn't deliver either Akron or Summit County for her.  LeBron's basketball-playin' is the best, stick to your own, homeboy     

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Shucks, I was hoping that Google Chrome had disowned-me as a blogger.  This uproar on Ohio State's campus, the biggest in the country, when I was there, 45 thou, and now, 65 thou, the last I heard (quite a bit bigger), is good for the Bucks.  Gets their widdle-minds off football, reduces the tension of constantly-thinking about being in the final 4.  Some crazy Raghead is always going off his nut, this will occur in the U.S., I'd guess, forever.  I'm hoping the person with the fractured-skull comes thru this well

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Google Chrome just-recently changed the Blog format, and it's terrible.  The way the graph and statistics were previously was real-good, certainly not-now.  They ask for "feedback".  If they don't like what I said, they should deny me further blogging-rights, see if I care.  simple-bastards

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I like to go to a college-game or 2 each season, and I hadn't.  I was given 11 tickets to yesterday's UNLV-Nevada at Reno game, I dispersed 10 and went.  UNLV was favored by 10 points and lost 45-10, a debacle of the lowest-order.  Reno was playing for their coach's job  Coach Polian is so wonderful, it's been all our fault, we're the bad-ones, not he  And maybe he'll keep it.  Intra-state rivals, they play each year, with the Fremont Cannon, an 1843, 575 lb. cannon, at stake, UNLV won last year, and painted it red, Reno, at the middle of the field after the game, painted it blue, and dragged-it off.  UNLV's coach is Tony Sanchez, a Puerto Rican, and the only Hispanic major-college head-coach, and I like him.  Formerly the ultra-successful coach at Bishop Gorman High, up to until yesterday, he had the program going the right-way, but really, Tony.  It was a lot of fun, worked-out, had a couple Rebel Dogs, pretty-good, to bring me back to life, fun-afternoon.  So, over the past 3 weeks, I've seen a high school game, a college game, a NFL game, and the Clips, as well as steeping in great-culture at those shrines of excellence.  Some of you have no healthy-interests.  Looking from the outside, I could see giving Charlie Strong another year, when he arrived at Texas, he ran-off 10 renegades, a really high-number, and probably more except you need lots of players to field a football team, it was a mistake to take the job.  Bucks showed nerves of steel, except their kicker who should be replaced, the past 2 weeks, hmm, the play-offs loom and Ohio State should be ready    

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The Clark County Libraries are also closed today, for "Family Day", which the lazy-bastards claim is a holiday (?).  I'm at a Starbuck's, I don't like to go online at my domicile.  Well, the 24 Hour Fitness SportClub, at 2605 S. Eastern, in Las Vegas, which I've often spoken-of, is closing for good in 2 weeks (you're upset).  I signed-on there 21 years, it was, and still is, one of the best gyms in Las Vegas (people are grouchy during the Holidays, some guy is loudly going on and on about some 40% discount he claims he's owed).  The place has character, I met a lot of good-people there over the years.  It's the only major-tenant remaining, I'm sure they're going to raze the plaza.  Ah, when one door closes ...  I sent an email to company-headquarters, asking if I could now go-to the SuperSport at Trop and Decatur, and they complied.  All I pay is $12 a mo., what I've always paid for 21 years, whereby I could go to all the Clubs anywhere in their system, but back-then there were no Sport and SuperSport Clubs, to join today and be-able to use their SuperSport Clubs, you'd pay a lot of money up-front, and maybe $50 a mo.  So this is very-nice of them, and it's just a mile and a half away.  Floyd Mayweather, Justin Bieber, Britney Spears, me, many others go there, I've worked-out there once, and it got the job done.  I step-inside, it's 8:30 A.M., and they have this plush-buffet set-up, and they want me to eat, I said well, I really shouldn't, so have a taste, I just brushed-my-teeth, nice of them to ask.  When I left 5 and a half hours-later, it wasn't there, yeah, then was the time.  So, let me know when you'll be in LV, and I'll use my influence to get-you a 3-day Pass.  Scott is at his brother's, a San Diego County Sheriff's Deputy's, house, I emailed-him that once back in town, he should use his winnings to enroll at the brat-modification center closest to him, and he's been incommunicado ever since.  You people wear your hearts on your sleeves, you can't breathe around you without you bursting into tears, geez.  To smooth-things over, I wrote Scott that when we next-meet, probably at the S. Eastern gym, I have a quart of fine-beer for him as a sign of good faith     

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I've gotten a boatload of hits, today, I'm flattered all to hell.  I went downtown, on Grand, to the year-old, Eli and Edythe Broad Museum, in a magnificent building, with 2000 postwar contemporary-artworks in its collection.  The big-thing is the "87" year-old, Japanese, lady's, Yayoi Kusama's, "Infinity Mirrored Room", of dazzling and experiential-lights.  Only one allowed at a time, they shut the door, and you're allowed 45 seconds in there.  I'm sure I'm not the only-one who's stepped in the water, hadn't read it was there.  Being at the Broad Museum was a fab-happening.  And I went across the street to the Museum of Contemporary Art, and it was quite-good.  Went to the nearby, Los Angeles Central Public Library, just full of the homeless, I stepped into a restroom and quickly stepped-out, for fear I'd get whacked over the back-of-my-head.  All 3 of these I was at for the first-time.  The next day, I went to the Huntington Library and Museum in San Marino, bordering Pasadena.  They have fabulous first-editions of rare books from 1000 to 2000 A.D., you can see the earliest-edition of Chaucer's "The Canterbury Tales", their complete Gutenberg bible, one of only 12 on vellum, and the most expensive-book in the world, when Henry Edwards Huntington bought-it in 1900 for 50 thou (railroad-tycoon, uninterested in wine, women, and song, just culture). The books you see there are mind-boggling.  They no-longer show the rough-draft of Charles Bukowski's "Ham on Rye" (See My Blog for Feb. 9, 2009, Nov. 21, 2010, Nov. 29, 2013), but do show the hand-written drafts for Jack London's "The Sea-Wolf" and "White Fang".  The great-art is mostly English, Gainsborough, Romney, others, the 1700 and 1800's.  There's beautiful-gardens, and a feature-added since my last visit, oh, 6 years-ago, is the "Orbit Pavilion" in which you can hear 24-Hours of sound from passing overhead-satellites. say, "Calipso", concentrated into one-minute--it's eerie.  One of my favorite-paintings anywhere, is Thomas Lawrence's "Pinkie", 1794.  Sarah Barrett Moulton was born in Jamaica, raised by wealthy grandparents, she was sent to England to further her education.  Her doting-grandmother instructed that Sarah's full-length painting should be produced by a master (her darling, Pinkey), beautiful, whimsical, carefree girl.  Sarah died the next year, she was "12"                        

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They're saying that Don is inexperienced and is going to make a hash of everything.  Don and his people just snatched the Presidency of the United States, making great-adjustments on the fly, so why would this be the only feat of which they're capable.  If inexperienced means that he's callow in the ways of corruption and evil, I think the naysayers are right

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Saw the Clips play Memphis, lost for only the 2nd time in their first 12 games, going to Staples always lots of fun

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Don, me, and millions of others agree that this country has-been totally-corrupt, and that these wrongs should be righted.  In my own-instance, everybody in the U.S. knows who I am, should I go to another-city, even if it's my first-visit, they all know-me, but in a bad-way.  Not only has the Public's knowledge of my extremely-rare and wonderful-ability been suppressed, but my character has been slandered.   This must change

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Scott, on an off-shore account, bet on Don to win the Republican Nomination, and got his money-back plus 2.8 as much, at the same-time, Scott bet on Don to win the Presidency, that is, before he had even won the nomination, and got his money-back plus almost 5 times as much, Scott and his parents, Jerry and Patty, are political-junkies and die-hard Trumpites, that's puttin' your money where your mouth is.  Hey Obama, on Election Night, you saw how much the American People love you after 8 years.  Preface to my football-blog, San Diego leads the NFL in game-day arrests.  It's a family-activity, and there's always one or two guys, who are all-extroverted due to their beer-intake, yelling and using bad-language, and kids hear that

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I'm in the very-large Los Angeles County Library in Rosemead, I'm sure there's 150 Chinese in here, me and a librarian are the only Whites.  My Blogs for Nov. 12 and Nov. 13, 2016, don't show-up on this new laptop, hopefully you can get-them.  I went to Best Buy and they said that my 7.5 yr-old Toshiba no-longer gets the Google Chrome, so the always gracious-folk at Best Buy sold me a Dell, I asked about Toshiba and was told they haven't made laptops for a year.  Now, Toshiba probably has a lot of meat left on its bone, the battery is 100%, it's a little-slow, but works fine, if you can live without the Chrome.  Kerry, a real fine-boy of Vietnamese-descent in his 3rd year of a Computer Science program, who works at the LaJolla Library, spent a lot of time installing my Chrome.  Now, I notice that my Dell was made in China (perhaps apropos considering the milieu), but Don, maybe an American company might have them made in the U.S.  The Chargers beat the Titans 43-35, quite a good-game, in order to get to and from Qualcomm easily, everybody takes the trolley. Halfway to Old Town, there was a half-hour delay as some guy, no doubt a Titans fan reflecting on Mariotta's loose-ways with the ball, had a heart-attack.  And I saw a playoff-game, Point Loma, who had lost 4 straight, beat El Camino, who had lost 3 straight, now 4, 42-35. Yeah, I don't know why they'd be in the playoffs.  The little boy for El Camino, tall, sent the ball a long-ways with a flick of his wrist, in San Diego it's hard to win games.  Once, in "Car and Driver",  they said   ...The "Yugo" is so bad, it shouldn't be called a car...  I say this about San Diego's "roads"      

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See My Blog for Nov. 9, 2014

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My Google Chrome has been unreachable on my laptop since Election Day, somebody messed with it, were there a Best Buy close, they'd fix-it instantly, there's not.  I'm disappointed that Don didn't get more popular votes than Mrs. Clinton, that's 2 out of the last 3, he'll do a lot better than Bush, for sure.  In Ca., she got 2.5 mil more.  I was aghast throughout Election Night, as Don was squeaking-by in state after state with maybe 1% more than Mrs. Clinton, who was noble in crushing-defeat.  I guess Penn-Wharton was good enuf for Buffett and Trump (I've been on the campus, was in the Palestra, in S.I., in the old days, it always seemed like there was a big-game in the Palestra).  Mitch McConnell had a better-night than Harry, well, he delivered Nevada.  If, 2 years ago, you told people that Donald Trump would be the next President of the United States, you'd be laughed out-of-town.  Don only wishes that his parents and his brother were still alive to witness what they never would have imagined--there can be only one.  Congrats to the victors.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Yesterday, I had a laser-procedure at the VA to further-enhance my beauty.  I told the senior-doctor that I had worked-out and didn't have time to eat before getting there, she said she wanted me to eat, I said I had no money, so she gave me a five and said to go to the cafeteria, no tax, it was quite-nice.  Once again, I was offered a ball for either hand to squeeze to ease-the-pain, ohh, it's not nearly that-bad.  The young, learning-doctor, had gotten her combined doctorate in neuroscience and M.D., through a scholarship offered by the owner of the Texans, McNair. I think.  How smart would you have to be get-this, at the end of this program, she owed nothing.  She had a Nordic-name and looks, she was tall, a natural-blonde, beautiful, very-warm and friendly, married.   I told the senior-doctor (real-nice gal, known her a long-time), she should do something with her hair besides growing-it (limp)              

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I went to Balboa Park, as I do every-year, and was in their 2 art-museums and their Hall of Champions, sports, their other museums I've been to, the only especially good-one is their air and space mus.  See My Blog for Maureen Connolly, June 23, 2009.  Maureen was a great American, who led a tragic and short-life

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I did my 200th Yoga Class, never more than one a week.  I'm gonna-see the Chargers play Tennessee tomorrow, and on the 16th see the Clippers play the other Tenn. team, Balmer, I expect a deluxe welcome for myself

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Trump's supporters are fervent, Mrs. Clinton's aren't, every one of those who say they'll vote for Don, will, many of those who say they'll vote for Mrs. Clinton, won't

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I was at the gym, another, yesterday morning, and was talking-with Walter Heyward, the uncle of Jason Heyward (see his contract), his brother's son.  No enmity, mind you.  And Walter, showed me a picture on his hand-device, of Jason, with a parent on either-side, right-after the Cubs had won the NL Pennant.  It was a real-nice family-picture, but all 3 wore a grim-expression, as tho there was, yet, much to be done      'tis many a slip 'twixt cup and lip