When I was a young man, I carried the mindset of a wide-eyed child, marveling at everything this amazing world has to offer. I was always treated well no matter which country I was in, so I thought nice, welcoming people were the norm.
Right.
Three thieves break into a house.
One injured and arrested.
One dead.
The third loser was also arrested.
Guess what? I won’t lose ONE WINK of sleep thinking of their demise.
Instead of feeling sadness at the loss of another human life, I am more relieved than anything because now, I know of ONE LESS THIEF and the other two losers I hope get lengthy sentences.
I think DeSantis is a douchebag of the lowest order, but I like the Florida self-defense gun laws.
I also won’t be losing any sleep about the poacher who was first trampled by an elephant and then completely eaten by a pride of lions who spit out the skull and pants. I just regret they didn’t kill the other four poachers they took into custody.
You can pick your poison on the exact date America lost her virginity.
Was it 1865 when Abraham Lincoln was shot?
Maybe when our own country detonated nuclear bombs on our own soil, not knowing what the effects of radiation would be on its citizenry?
When Kennedy was shot?
Sorry.
In this Godless country of ours that is just a bit vague don’t you think?
This Israeli-Hamas war is also pulling back the curtain on so many other antisemites, displayed in some of our highest institutions of learning and out of all the world-changing information they are absorbing, the only expression they seem to be focused on is “Christ-killer.”
Blame their parents.
Their parents fucked them up because you don’t go to college to learn racism.
Now the Domestic Despot is mad at me (again) for the most innocent, petty thing. We were talking about some people and their endless struggle to use plastic surgery to change their bodies.
All I said was, that when I “am over everything” that I will outlaw any unnecessary surgeries unless it is for breast-enhancing augmentation.
And she cops this attitude…
When I was a happy bachelor (as opposed to a happily married man), women I met and brought home with me, would always take over my condo cleaning, laundry, and dishes. On more than one occasion I actually remember hearing a cackle or two, along with “Oh yeah. He needs a woman and a woman’s touch.”
Nothing could be further from the truth.
Since I was constantly bringing new “acquaintances” over for a “sleepover,” my condo never really got too dirty and I don’t ever remember doing a load of laundry the whole time I lived in Las Vegas.
I think I was spoiled by women my whole life, and I always just found it easier to let them carry on and kind of go with it.
Another thing I never did in my time in LV was cook meals at home.
My refrigerator had plenty of beer, sometimes a gallon of milk, and usually that was about it. Maybe a bottle of Stoli in the freezer. I always ate out and rarely paid for my meals. Once I let three strippers move in, I never paid for squat. It was for this confluence of factors that allowed me to keep virtually every penny of my sizeable paychecks.
No innocence lost here.
Stay well.
