Sonny and Cher.
Just how far removed from the psychedelic Nehru jackets of Sonny and the mid-drift-baring outfits of Cher are we?
Pretty freaking far.
The board games we grew up on have been replaced with the latest technological toys to come along and the art of conversation replaced with screen time. I suppose a very weak argument could be made that being inundated with information 24/7 would make for a more intelligent society, but I know a shit-ton of dumbasses that can’t seem to keep their eyes off their phone screens.
Algeria-Morocco. Morocco-Algeria.
Death-Life. Life-Death.
Tourists on jet-skis.
While it is heartbreaking…
It was avoidable.
Your country has completely severed diplomatic ties with the country that borders yours.
Newsflash: ANYWHERE NEAR THE BORDER OF AN UNFRIENDLY COUNTRY IS UNSAFE!
Large body of water.
Go up the coast a few miles away and don’t end up as a story on Maddogg’s blog.
Better late than never: a 98-year old ex-Nazi guard was charged with accessory to murder for his role at a Death Camp back in the forties.
I don’t give a damn if he dies tomorrow; he’ll die where he belongs.
I think people that put shock collars on their pets are not human.
While Arizona continues to dry up, a Saudi company doesn’t have to worry about such peky things such as water usage restrictions as they grow food for Saudi Arabia, using American soil and American water (probably American workers, too).
How stupid are we?
It’s not like we are already bending over at the gas pump or anything.
A real life love story has ended in arrest and disgrace because the object of Liam Brown’s uncontrollable lust was none other than a calf.
Now I know New Zealand isn’t full of beauties, but dude…
Sick bastard.
I was reading where someone who killed his father in Saudi Arabia was executed.
Beheaded.
The article on Saudi justice did not contain one mention of silly little things like evidence, reasonable doubt, appeals, guilty or innocent.
Beheaded.
All I can see is the picture of the Proud Boys storming our nation’s capital and desecrating our flag, shouting and smiling as they embarassed not only themselves, but an entire nation.
Not so proud now.
Since your pasty white flesh is starting to ooze out of your dresses, four words for you Marjorie Taylor Greene: put down the fork.
Very appropriately so, the Republican party has decided to “break the mold” and hold their third presidential-nominee debate in a third-world country.
Alabama.
The fifth inmate in five weeks dies in a jail described as “troubled.”
Yeah, troubled about sums it up.
Georgia again.
A bill in California to increase the severity of the crime of child human trafficking evidently had to clear some sort of “hurdle” before passing? What kind of hurdle? Were there a bunch of pro-human traffickers in attendance? And what dumbshit would vote against it anyway?
It is California, after all.
In the Purest Act of Love, the Domestic Despot and I have made a pact not to hire any killers to end our relationship.
Why spend the money?
Leave, or I will.
We already ruled mutual suicide out when we could not agree on who would go first. And murder-suicide for pretty much the same reason.
In my book EMOTIONS: Not your Mama’s ABC’s! I synthesize the short and even the short-short story.
To wit:
God, you are beautiful. As usual. On my way here, I was thinking about our first date. How you made me laugh. I felt so comfortable. We must have laughed for hours. Who’d have thought that fifteen years later you’d still be laughing—or at least pretending to laugh—at my corny old jokes? Of course I remember the dress. I BOUGHT it for you in Cabo San Lucas last year. Now THAT was a day to remember. The thing I remember most about that day was getting caught in that afternoon shower with you. I recall pulling you close and kissing your sweet soft lips. The water was perfect. Deep. Turquoise blue like your eyes. I remember the pact we made that day to move away to Cabo…To move away…Move away…“Please move away from the casket, son. Let the others see her too.”
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Stay well.
