President Trump says he wants to make the United States capital crime-free and the “talk of the world.”
What’s he gonna do, make all the justices and politicians leave town?
Besides its already the “talk of the world” for all the stupid shit going on in the theater that is the American political arena.
Speaking of drunks, it is only an hour and a half away from St. Patrick’s Day.
I was already a practicing drunk when I went to college where I learned to embrace all things Irish. The Irish flag adorned one of our dorm walls.
We ate corned beef and cabbage and boiled potatoes and carrots and we drank Guinness Stout by the kegful. We sang Irish songs about Sweet Molly Malone and Galway Bay and other places with fond memories we have despite never having visited there firsthand. Of course, like any respectable Irishmen, we had to have several glasses of twenty-year old Jameson’s Irish whiskey.
Aye.
Of course we wore green and pinched you if you didn’t.
Green Beer?
Never.
Real Irishmen only drink black pints.
The Prez won his own golf tournament this weekend. I’m sure he didn’t fudge on his scorecard. No, probably shot his usual reported score of sixty-five or so.
Seventeen thousand times a day some loser shoplifts something that isn’t theirs. That’s why we think it is absolutely hilarious when we hear of stories when people are horribly mangled and disfigured as they try to escape after stealing something. Those scum should just die already; they are just taking up space on this planet and using oxygen that a nice plant or flower could use.
Well, since I am the first to criticize, let me be among the first to praise my Manchester United Red Devils for advancing through to the quarterfinals of the Europa League and keeping their slim hopes up that they might gain entry into Champions League football next season. The extra financial rewards of playing Champions League football will go a long way to refilling the coffers and returning the organization back to sound (and competitive) financial footing.
Bruno Fernandes has been on fire lately, and the youngsters are starting to stretch their colt legs and gain valuable playing time alongside him.
They bloody well better be.
There is no money in the coffers to make any splashy free agent moves in any of the approaching transfer windows, so I hope the 3-0 thrashing of Leicester City is just a springboard as the Reds begin to finally take shape under new coach Ruben Amorim.
Hope springs eternal, they say.
We have a two-week international break, so fingers are crossed for my Reds to advance to take care of the team from Lyon, France as they fight their way through to the Europa League final.
I can’t figure out how Man City fell so far so fast. It wasn’t that long ago they were seen as unbeatable and, at last glance, they run the risk of missing out on European football competition next season altogether!
Crazy game.
Stay well!
