The State of the Union

We have to wait four more days until the windy one gives the 2026 State of the Union address.

It stands to be the shortest political speech in history.

I can envision it now: he limps up to the podium on his cankles, opens up his speech. Looks directly into the camera and utters a single word.

“Shite.”

That’s it.

Pure and simple.

The state of our union.

Anything else out of his mouth will be lies.

As the noose tightens…

The president is using one of the oldest tricks in the book in an attempt to divert peoples’ attention away from his sexual perversions on Epstein Island.

What’s that up there?

Aliens!

Look up there, not here.

Give me a fucking break.

I’m sick and tired of seeing so many cases of dogs killing people.

We tend to be very anthropomorphic in the care and handling of our domestic animals.

Dogs are not born looking to kill.

They are puppies and they are a blank slate.

They are taught everything else.

Let the dog owners sit in prison cells to help them acknowledge their own inhumanity and hope they run into some real dog lovers in there to make their stay more enjoyable.

One can only hope…

God has blessed us all and some, like me, were given extremely good-looking faces.

Then there is Abigail Shry.

I don’t know if The Man Above just stubbed his toe and got angry and then made her face, but his mind had to be in an ugly place to have made her look like that.

Yikes!

She didn’t report to prison like a good little dumbass.

She is on the run.

Moving on…

I’m a big fan of movies that show people in disaster scenarios and I’m always fascinated to see how people respond when it’s really ON.

I could do a lot of things, but I couldn’t leave Karen on a mountain to freeze to death.

Some mountain climber in Austria made that choice, leaving his girlfriend to die cold, alone, and afraid on a freezing, rocky mountainside.

She pleaded for him to leave and go seek help. Several times.

She finally begged him to leave.

I still couldn’t do it.

He did leave though, and when they were able to overcome the elements, they retrieved her frozen body.

“She knew what she was getting into,” doesn’t sound like a booming endorsement of his girlfriend’s mountain-climbing skills which were far less than his own.

Besides, my wife is the strongest person I’ve ever known.

Unflappable.

She would never lie down and die.

We would both go down swinging.

Why cling so dearly?

Because life is all I know there to be.

Once you leave, there is no coming back.

You can have faith in and believe in whatever you choose, but until someone I know is/was dead and has now reappeared back among the living, STFU.

That’s why.

That and because I don’t want to end my forty-years and counting love affair with my wife.

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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