I wasn’t feeling bad at all, having played an hour-long set at a new bar that wants to attract new patrons. My dinner consisted of a 4 oz piece of T-bone steak and exactly 10 Tater Tots (yes I counted them).
I was sick as a dog on Friday night and I thought I was gonna die it was so bad. I was literally up all night and all day Saturday, finally collapsing in an exhausted heap around 7:30pm last night.
Modesty and a fierce sense of decorum prevent me from sharing the more clinical details, so sick as a dog will have to suffice.
Woke up this morning fine, had a nice big breakfast (well for me, anyway), and started skimming news stories to see what I have missed.
Suella Braverman, Britain’s Home Secretary, has such a disdain for the growing number of homeless population living (if that’s what you want to call it) in tents in HER country, of all places, and she believes that homelessness is a “lifestyle choice.”
Now I don’t know where exactly on the dumbass statement continuum that lies, but it is out there, believe me.
Kids out there; if you are thinking of making homelessness your lifestyle choice, just don’t.
Boom!
That should take care of that.
Maddogg just solved homelessness for future generations.
Another dumbass decided they would slaughter thousands of deer on Catalina Island in the name of science.
Quack.
I have a certain fondness for Catalina Island, having visited there for extended stays for several consecutive years in the eighties.
Thank heaven for rich girlfriends.
I must admit, however, there were not many deer sightings in the Zane Grey resort or the little watering holes that formed a semi-circle around the outside volleyball courts on Avalon Bay.
Leave the deer alone.
My “Red Dawn Theory” has never been more applicable than in today’s confused world of sexual “alphabet soup,” because I do not know them and quite frankly, I don’t understand them.
But I don’t hate them.
So for those of you late-comers to my site, which I am nearing 1000 posts made by the way, my Red Dawn Theory says that, okay, here is the scenario: you are walking down the street and on the other side of the street you see several queer people (I can say that, right?) of both genders openly expressing their love in public, you know, like all people do.
Now, Bubba was raised a racist, and is unapologetically, a racist.
Same scenario.
All of a sudden, strange beings start landing from above, shooting everything and everyone in their paths.
In that moment, you need to form a barricade to avoid extermination.
Bubba will forget all about the pink hair, the nipple rings, the exposed ass cheeks, and the years of upbringing, molding his prejudicial mind.
He is gonna chip in and help the four “freaks” as he sees them, and despises.
Because it is an “us versus them” scenario.
People vs aliens.
PEOPLE, not LGBTQ.
Stay well.
