Life Goes On

Sometimes excruciatingly slow, sometimes it races right past us.

I would like to say that as I enter my Golden Years (Karen just flapped her lips and told me that happened long ago—that’s cold), that time slows to where you are able to admire every little precious detail of God’s creation in all its splendor and glory.

Not true.

Somedays I just stay on my Lazy-Boy or my office chair and I play music and practice or try to add new songs to my playlist. I do not feel compelled in the slightest to practice YOLO; to me that doesn’t translate to feeling the urgent need to visit every inch of the planet, eat worms or other exotic delicacies, or jump off of really tall buildings or mountains or the lot.

Maddogg translates it to: living your life exactly as you want.

If hanging out in the backyard with your kids is what does it for you, then you are definitely practicing the YOLO thing.

I have been blessed with a very peripatetic life and I really loved the nomadic existence. It allowed me opportunities to see the world and her many cultures.

So, amidst the shelling and missiles of the USSR-Ukraine war, the utter destruction of life and the genocide of a very proud and brave people, I made the mistake of adding to the newscasters’ commentary this morning.

I remarked that I have yet to see any handsome men or beautiful women from the Ukraine. Oh, did I get a big load for that from the Domestic Despot.

Think about it.

I knew it.

You can’t think of any either.

I think something is “in the works” due to the timing of Jo-Jo and his announcement of a new 33 billion-dollar aid package to the beleaguered Ukrainian war effort.

It just so happens to coincide with the NATO chief visiting President Zelensky and publicly declaring the outrage many of us throughout the world have felt.

As I have accurately predicted the current events, I can just sit back and smirk. I don’t hate to say, “I told you so.”

I told you so.

Right here on my innocuous little blog, I have made Nostradamus look like a real piker.

I see a German business entity has found a way to circumvent UN sanctions by being human greed mongers who will one day die a slow and agonizing death and a dog wouldn’t deem to piss on their caskets.

I mean, who do they think they are?

Americans?

Who gives a shit about Johnny, aging pretty-boy, and his horrible-filthy-rich-millionaire-get-any-woman-on-planet-Earth-whenever-he-wants- Depp life?

Boo-fucking hoo.

I love this one.

How long before the MAJOR push to be the first to lay claim to any of the Arctic or Antarctic continents?

I just flashed back to my Senior Night at Disneyland in 1972.

I was eating some LSD and watching the Country Bears Jamboree and I remember sitting there admiring how precise those bears had their movements down until I realized they weren’t real bears at all.

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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