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dreaming of an ice christmas 2013-12-24 - 10:28 a.m. Thirty years ago tomorrow, we woke up on Christmas and it was 17 degrees (!) on the south shore of New Orleans and the water in the toilet was frozen (!). Talk about slum landlords. There was some endless excuse about why they didn't turn on the gas, but of course I later realized it was because this millionaire landlord was a bum who didn't pay the gas bill after the previous tenants left. We were apparently his only tenants who ever paid their bills on time, so he thought we were idiots and chased us away. Really. He got the water bill, and in those days it was $8 every month. So one month he tried to claim it was $200. Like we weren't going to call the water department and FIND OUT? I wonder if that fool is still alive. His daughter is, as I occasionally get ads from her wanting to sell our house. Dream on, honey. The cutest thing about that Christmas was that our button quail hatched out their babies that day. So adorable. But it was a scramble to keep everyone warm with an electric heater. I probably would have forgotten 1983 but apparently we're getting a hard freeze for Christmas this year. So it reminded me. All the birds are snug inside, toasty and warm. And we have our own house, so we don't have to concern ourselves with irresponsible landlords. Go us. But from this day to that, in my heart I have remained convinced that what Karl Marx said about landlords is the truth. Ha. In the news: While on the topic of irresponsible jerks, CNN is reporting that Snowden almost never leaves his house in Moscow: �As long as I can sit down and think and write and talk to somebody, that's more meaningful to me than going out and looking at landmarks." In other words, this dillweed is under house arrest. Idiot. Even David Duke eventually concluded that prison in Texas was better than "freedom" in Moscow. Of course Snowden is still at the stage where he's claiming that he did the right thing. For that matter, stupid-ass David Duke STILL thinks he did the right thing, although the normal mind might wonder what loyal American would really flee to China or Russia. The former Mandeville resident got tossed from Italy a few days ago for being a racist douche but I don't know where he went. Back to Austria, methinks. As long as he doesn't come back here... Well, it's clear that cold weather really puts me in the Christmas spirit. But I'm not the baby Jesus, so I hope it's OK if I can't be arsed to forgive these creeps. back - next All Rights Reserved, Copyright 2002-2017 by Elaine Radford