My Three Cents

Advocacy groups for Texas inmates are complaining because there is no air conditioning.

Oh boo fucking hoo.

I am sure you are not doing time in a state penitentiary because you are, and always have been, a model citizen.

I’m so sorry for your lyin’, cheatin’, rapin’, thievin’, murderin’ asses.

Deal with it.

I want all of you overheated inmates to form a big circle, hold hands, and repeat after me.

Crime doesn’t pay.

The next time it is 90 degrees outside and a hundred-ten in your cells and you are sweating your balls off, you can still take comfort in the fact that you weren’t incarcerated in Arizona under Sherrif Joe Arpaio.

Try a hundred and fifteen outside and you wouldn’t have the luxury of a cell.

You would be wrapped in a heavy pink jumpsuit and your lyin’ cheatin’, rapin’, thievin’, murderin’ ass would be in a tent in the middle of the desert.

I’m not 100% on this, but supposedly Russia has two thousand nuclear weapons, but the United States only has two hundred.

How much is enough and how much is too much?

One is one too many.

For some reason, I am not as anxious about either one of those superpowers launching any of their respective arsenals as I am about a small Middle Eastern country (for example) and an individual who purchases a weapon of mass destruction on the black market.

Sooner or later…

Oops!

You’re having a rough day at work and you just were a little off your game, so when you received the order for a dead body, you figured piece of cake, right?

Missed it by thaaat much.

But at least you tried to cover your tracks by sending them a dead body; it just wasn’t their dead body.

Pretty sure that’s not in the handbook.

They are doing a documentary about the April 19, 1995, bombing of the federal building in Oklahoma City.

I was on a golf course about twenty-five miles south in Norman, Oklahoma and we had an eight o’clock tee time that clear day. By around nine o’clock, we had made our way to the sixth hole, and as I was practicing my drive, I was literally knocked over by a sudden roll of the ground.

I’m a California boy so I was unfazed, but it ended up not being an earthquake at all, but the bomb that Timothy McVeigh set off, killing 168 people, including nineteen children.

Several years ago, Karen and I made our way back to Oklahoma City and we silently walked around the shallow infinity pool memorial.

If you’ve ever seen pictures, the destruction was unbelievable.

So you’re Russia and you see the United States will be sending sixty billion dollars in aid to Ukraine, so what do you do?

You bomb yourself!

Those idiots better make hay, because this latest aid package could possibly tip the balance and send that goofy little bastard Putin packing for good.

How embarrassing losing to a much smaller country.

Kind of like…Vietnam.

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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