More than five-hundred mass shootings in The Greatest Country on Earth…..
So far.
What a tragedy.
A beautiful 440-lb. brown bear was euthanized because human swine, deserving of loss of life, decided they were obviously raised by bovine grandparents and simian parents and had to throw out their trash and garbage uncovered and littered throughout our beautiful national parks.
I wish they die in a trash compactor.
California, always at the forefront of liberalism, and their idiot governor Gavin Newsome, have decided to fuck with big business in their dying state with the global warming transparency initiative.
The headline says Young people are leaving the state of Florida…
I thought the only youngsters in Florida were the kids at Disney World.
That dipshit Texas governor Greg Abbott is a redneck of the highest order. Him and his floating “wall” solution to the southern border fiasco. Our nations’ politicians continue to spew the most outlandish load of horseshit and there are actually people who believe them!
A Marine pilot ditches his 100 million-dollar F-35 jet fighter and now they can’t find it.
What the hell are Marines doing in a jet fighter anyway?
They started out on the ocean, but do their best ass-kicking on the ground.
Leave the aerial stuff to the United States Air Force.
My biggest dream when I was a little boy was to be a Naval Aviator, a studly fighter pilot, sporting my dress whites, on an aircraft carrier. I actually have been on several carriers at Yokosuka Naval Base in Japan. My dream was cut short at a very early age when it was dicovered that my brain waves had become altered after I was killed by a speeding truck in East Los Angeles when I was three.
Evidently, after being hit and thrown into the air, I landed on the pavement and cracked my noggin open. I do remember waking up in the back of an ambulance and talking to a smiling, gentle woman for several minutes, but come to find out, according to the emergency techs, I was never awake the whole ride to the hospital!
If you are new to my blog, you won’t know that I have died two times in my life (so far): once in the aforementioned accident in 1957, and again in a gorgeous dancers’ bed in Tucson, Arizona, in 1975.
So how early is TOO early for sending kids to school? Is the traditional start Kindergarten at age 5 and first grade at age six? Do they even still call it Kindergarten? Think about what life would be like if kids started in-classroom learning at age two?
Working by age fourteen, retired at 45.
Could be worse.
United we stand.
Very apropos now that the auto workers are on strike. I remember when I was in Las Vegas and before I became a full-fledged Executive Chef, and hence, a member of Management, the culinary union was very powerful in the city. What made strikes, or even the threat of a strike so effecive at the bargaining table, was the Teamsters would join in solidarity, and that would pretty much shut the glitzy city down. In my five years there, we threatened three strikes, but actually only went on a one-day strike in 1980.
I wish my favorite football team, those wacky Manchester United Red Devils, would quit acting and playing like a bunch of douchebags and get their heads out of their asses and play some winning football for a nice change of pace.
What I thought was the coolest was when I went to a match in 1967 it featured a United squad that included Nobby Stiles, Sir Bobby Charlton, and the incomparable George Best. United fans always travel well, so the next thing you hear is half the stadium, standing, in ONE VOICE yell:
“UNITED!”
In response, the entire other half of the stadium stand, and in ONE VOICE yell:
“SHITE!”
It was like that.
I will be hitting the golf course on Tuesday, as we are in the midst of perfect golf weather; slight breeze, sunny, mid-70’s.
I will post my antics right here.
Stay well.
