Millennials | The Valley Village View

“SYBILL THE SOOTHSAYER” DEPT.

“Up Your Assets With Sybill’s Stocks” is pre-empted to bring you the following **Aug. 1, 2020 UPDATE**: SHOCK! Sen. Biden announced he has put off announcing his choice for Veep, our future likely de facto unelected President, until later in the summer. Presumably he is reading the tea leaves of world events right up to the edge of the election, *before casting* “Biden’s Biden.” Probably he’s vetting her (oops!) their past utterances for any whiff of scandal. Or maybe somebody noticed August 1 was a Saturday and Joe was booked to go fishin’. Or — tee hee — he’s going to keep us waiting until the very last minute to spring his exciting surprise upon our distracted nation. Watch “Sybill the Soothsayer” in this space as she peers through the dark mirror into our immediate future!

Tomorrow is August 1, 2020 the date upon which, so we have been promised, Sen. Biden will reveal his hand-picked Vice-Presidential nominee. Since the person revealed tomorrow has a good chance of becoming an un-elected President of the United States, either de facto, or de jure, the View wanted to get this out before the inevitable excitement breaks over the running mate’s debut.

It is important to start seeing the Democratic Party as the responsible party, and demand governance of them, accordingly.

The vote in November for seats in Congress, is a perfectly good place to take citizen outrage. Please consider a vote, if possible in your district, for the outsider, the non-DNC rookie candidate. A Warren or Bernie supporter in Congress would be a great outcome! Vote for Biden we must, but we can also vote for Democrats prepared to hold government, police, public institutions, the Fed, to their proper spheres. Vote for non-traditional candidates, those committed to considering better human lives as the goal of all good government. Vote for candidates eager to secure the blessings of liberty — Net Neutrality; organic food; fully-funded parks; new good-faith models for public schools, plazas, cities, that keep us safe but don’t just stifle liberty and constrict individuals; clean air and water and recreation sites; affordable health care — all these, must not seem futile, anymore, ever, and change is long overdue.

Watch and ward: SOME Democrats will soberly intone, that it is a matter of national honor to continue Trump’s give-away to Wall Street. We will be offered sanctimonious slogans like “Wall Street Debt Is Public Debt, and We Must All Pay Our Debts.” Watch, it’ll be Democratic congresspeople voting for more crippling austerity for the states and cities, while giving the ghosts of the Fed free rein tinker with the money supply for their own purpose. (Hint: it’s not to get you more supply). Watch and ward!

Shun the candidates who spout the old Clinton-era lawyer-dictated double-speak about balanced budgets and limits on government but never on growth, and phony pandering to the imaginary bottom lines on Federal social spending. If in months to come, with undivided control of both houses and the Presidential veto pen, we see Democrats stand up to denounce Medicare for All; or stand up, again, for ever-more colossal Pentagon budgets, we will have to fight them. I don’t think there will be any Republicans anywhere left who dare show their face, so it’s just us, now folks. If we don’t make a better society with this one last tool we may ever have, this slender branch hanging halfway down the plunge of the cliff; this last gasp of un-elected quasi-illegitimate corporate binary two-party non-democracy, woe, woe, woe unto our cursed generation! We will deserve whatever ghastly vengeance the Millenials will brew up for us, during our old age.

Tomorrow: Up Your Assets!! Stock Tips from Sybill

So apparently all the accursed Millennials spent the weekend bopping around all the public beaches and parks, playing volleyball and hugging each other with high fives, or hiking Runyon Canyon six-abreast, arms around each others necks; or else “cruising” the trafficky, gas-fumed arroyos of Griffith Park in their cars. One imagines them, fists thrust in the air, boobs and armpits to the wind, singing “woo, hoo, woo hoo” all day while alternately gulping de-natured alcohol soda pop, and tossing their silky blonde hair in the breeze, shedding millions of virus as they bop along to the silent beats of their headphones, perched on the backseats of their Stingray convertibles, bronzing their young skin.

So they’ve CLOSED THE DAMN BEACHES, PARKS, AND NATURE TRAILS. Millennials!! I hate them so much. [Old Man Yells At Cloud]. Boomers too!! Ahh, I hates the lotta yuz!

Since WE CAN’T DO HEALTHY THINGS, I will try to cope by reliving past escapes to solitude. Here’s the first place I CAN”T GO, BUT VERY MUCH WANT TO RIGHT NOW, AND PLANNED TO GO WHEN I WOKE UP AND SAW THE RAIN HAD STOPPED DAMMIT.

Last December, just before Christmas, I hiked up Fryman Canyon, in the most beautiful part of the Santa Monica Mountains. It was a rare day when there was fog down in the Valley basin, but parts of the hills poked above it into sunshine. That’s Mt. Hollywood, with the broadcast towers.