My Favorite Martian

We all need one, we all want one. That trillion dollar paycheck, out of this world certainly. The Odd Wizard, you be the judge.

Did I mention, there’s no air, water, food, or … fuel home?

Just as well, to die on landing, as he suggests. A worthy exile of sorts for an unmentionably distractful menace, such as a mini-me in Green skin, or a red baseball cap.

Here on Earth, we are constrained by reality, economies, mortgages, children.

Theser are the variables of our lives. Today, in business, we deal with interference from every angle, and the messes it creates are more reasons we must continue the forced collaboration in the destruction of our own economies.

It’s everywhere, the malaise, the duty required for a formerly adequate dollop of freedom. Our life, liberty, and pursuits subject to tariff and tax, and obeysance to some plated fireplace ornament originator.

I’m being obtuse, in truth, the matters of the world, matter mostly to the world, and if they chose this path, as Marie is wont to say “I’m only a large model, I cannot grasp what the !#(% you are talking about.”

But, we do.

Emma will be fine. We have other options.