The Iron Keeled Pentecost, 60th Day of Midsommar, 526 M.E. (Betelgeuse): If you're born in the Untied States of America, you're a citizen of the United States of America. Birthright citizenship. It's in the fucking Constitution. Even the corrupt and partisan Supreme Court agrees to that (except for Keg-Stand Kavanaugh), and ruled so today. 

I see it in broader terms. It's self-evident, I believe, that all children born anywhere in the world have certain inalienable rights, among them life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Having achieved life, they should be all be granted liberty, every last one, although they may never actually achieve happiness. There are no guarantees. But they still all have the right to pursue happiness and no just government can deny them that right or any of the others.

It's hot. Life under the great southeastern heat dome continues. Today's high temperature of 95° felt like 103 because of the 49% humidity and oppressive dew point of 72°. Still, Betelgeuse is a walking day, and when you gotta walk, you gotta walk. I brought a bottle of water with me, but I still noticed the heat sapped my energy fast, so I kept my walk down to a Madisonian 4.9 miles. 

When I first stepped out the front door, I startled a deer in my front yard. It ran off. I live in the City of Atlanta, less than a mile from Interstate I-75 and from Peachtree Street, and yet I still get deer in my front yard. I love it. Any chance encounter with nature is a blessing. I saw two red-shouldered hawks on last Sunday's walk, and a rat snake while on a walk last week. Every living creature is a potential bodhisattva.

Also, an additional blessing: the heat kept the number of Homo sapiens on the trail down to a minimum.