And I’m sure it would be found abhorrent to one of todays’ tech-savvy kids, but I remember in Bossier City, Louisiana in the mid-sixties, I was attending an elementary school.
On the school bus home after classes ended, the entire bus would sing songs!
I remember “Red Roses for a Blue Lady, Birds and the Bees,” and other songs of the time, chiming through the bus, the chorus weakening as the bus completed its route. Not so much on the ride TO school.
I don’t care if standing at attention for the national anthem is passe or politically incorrect. My standing is a symbol of MY respect and gratitude for those who stand up and are forced to back up the words of the bloviated gasbags on Capitol Hill.
Nobody wins.
Damned if you do…
The President is either a pussy or a war monger.
No in-between.
And I don’t give a damn how many thousands gather to protest antisemitism.
I firstly, do not understand the reason for this unflinching and undying stance against an entire people, and I certainly don’t condone it. I might write, say, and think sick stuff, but most of it never sees the light of day because I don’t believe it.
Xi Jinping and Joe Biden getting together in San Francisco.
Quite frankly, I don’t trust either one of them.
That being said, I would say the same if it were Trump and Kim Jong-un.
Problems arise when you allow man, the greediest, most criminal organism on planet Earth, to get close enough to sniff the rarified air of absolute rule.
I’d be happy just winning more arguments with the Domestic Despot.
Realistic expectations.
When Auburn Head Football Coach Tommy Tuberville beat Alabama six straight times, well even I underestimated the impact this guy had and would have as he left the impassioned arena of college football and progressed into politics.
I still think he’s an asshole and needs to get off his perch and help his other inept douchebag politicians get together and actually accomplish something beneficial for the American people.
Remember us?
Weeks before Christmas the commercials start…
I will be dictated to exactly WHEN I will be ALLOWED to watch Christmas programming.
We cannot even think about buying Bruiser a treat, or he will stick his prodigious nose against your head where the thought resides and keep it there until time immemorial or until the thought takes the form of a Milkbone. As he sits there, chewing his treat and breaking it into smaller pieces, he looks at me like I knew it.
I am looking forward to cooking out traditional Thanksgiving dinner. With just the two of us, we can get by with the smallest of birds.
We’ll watch TV and fall asleep alongside our furry progeny Bruiser and Murphy Corleone.
Breaks my heart when I think of animals that aren’t being properly cared for.
If God were here, He’d do it Himself.
Stay alive and thankful.
