Remind Me

If I ever find myself in Georgia and if I happen to walk one inch outside of the street crosswalk, do not appoint Linda Dunikoski to my case.

Here.

Here’s my wrists.

Lock me up.

Now she is by no means a beauty queen, and certainly not a doctor, but the way she cut down the Arbery case defendants was surgical. And who hasn’t seen enough Law and Order episodes to know that you NEVER take the stand against your attorneys’ wishes?

Dumbass.

Even a dunderhead like me knew that the jury was going to look right through the designer glasses and expensive suits to get to the heart of the matter: the cold-blooded hunting down and murdering of an unarmed man.

By three racists.

Now this prosecutor did not waste one word in her closing argument. She tied together the evidence to the crimes committed, leaving the defense and the entire courtroom stunned and in awe.

Unlike the Wisconsin trial, this one seemed fair and I am hopeful, yet wary of the impending decision. At least the judge in this case did not sandbag the prosecution, preventing a fair trial.

But what the hell do I know?

I thought the kid was guilty of at least ONE of the five felony counts he was facing.

Now there is one kind of woman that transcends all of the physical: powerful women.

Hell sexy.

She might have had something going on in her youth, but now, her unnatural, red-tinged hair shows patches of scalp and that is a dead giveaway.

OK, so she has some miles on her, but she was red-hot when she was destroying the McMichael-Bryan case.

“Two big ouches” as my Uncle Mike used to say.

I saw a little gossip ad, you know the ones with little teaser photos, and it was about the world’s ugliest billionaire women.

Seriously?

They don’t exist.

I just told Karen that I wanted a Cardi Party. She had no idea what I was talking about, but when she heard my opening comments which included Nicki Minaj, she rolled her eyes for the millionth time, and said “Pig.”

I don’t even recall the show that she was promoting in the ad, Some sort of award show.

Doesn’t matter.

I don’t know any of the new acts anyway.

But getting back to the important part.

I have no earthly idea what Cardi B does, singer, actress, not important.

On my set, girl would be allowed to do anything she wants.

Karen just called me a pig again.

What’s her problem?

I told my wife that it could actually be worse.

I could be uninterested in sex and never bother her again.

She asked “worse for who?”

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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