The Department of Homeland Security has found that their version of what happened in the shooting of Renee Nicole Good, murdered in Minnesota, was met with a firestorm of scorn, ridicule and doubt so they did what anyone would do.
They changed their story.
There you go now.
All better.
Except for Cuba.
It’s looking like the Great Liberator is turning his attention to Cuba in his maniacal quest for world domination.
We have our own homegrown Pol Pot running the show now.
More like Pol Potbelly. The only thing he needs to liberate is that belt of his so he can get a better look at the Risk game board that he sees in place of the world map.
Just once.
One time is all I ask.
I want to see one of the Royal Palace Guards at Buckingham Palace finally reach his boiling point (you know, like an American would do?) and take his bayonet and impale a silly dumbass dancing around and trying to get him to break character. And then shoot them.
Boom!
Hopefully it will be an internet influencer.
After all these years, I still don’t get the need to be seen and liked the way young people crave.
My generation didn’t send pictures of our food; if you wanted to know what I am eating, go to lunch with me or it’s none of your fucking business what I am having for lunch. And I could give two shits on what you are having for lunch or where you are eating it.
I’ve bitten my tongue for a long time, but I just can’t help commenting on that dumbass Linda McMahon, the Secretary of Education.
How can anyone be so clueless?
About everything!
Oh, I forgot who was in charge, for just a second.
My bad.
All the greedy billionaires in California are hitting the trail like the Donner Party in their quest to escape California’s new “wealth tax.”
Oh darn.
I was hoping to get a good night’s sleep tonight, instead of being up all night, tossing and turning and worrying about if the billionaires will be able to find a nice home to live in, will the children be able to find good schools, and stuff like that.
Right.
When you go on a vacation (for most people) it is supposed to be a break from the routine of their daily lives.
I took very few vacations in my life, as I was more concerned with the pursuit of gain rather than substance.
I didn’t need to.
After I left school, my whole life was a vacation for the next twelve years.
I hit the road, starting in Ventura, CA and headed north.
Then east.
Then south.
Just me, my German Shorthaired Pointer Chopper, sired by the Arizona Champion AKC Field Trials Champion The Blue Max, and about twenty thousand bucks I saved from grant money I was awarded for “academic achievement.”
I spent the next twelve years on vacation.
However, my cherished wife, the Domestic Despot, would like to remind me that nothing really existed and my life basically started on 6-21-87.
Our wedding day.
My wish is for everyone on this planet to find someone who looks at you like she looked at me on that day in the dappled sunlight of the Botanical Gardens in Santa Barbara.
Life is indeed too short.
Stay well.
