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yeah I know you did not ask!
So I sitting in rush hour traffic behind an Audi TT convertible. We are moving at the pace of the prodigal snail. I notice the license plate holder on the Audi. It reads, “I’d rather be diving.” I think to myself, “I’d rather be driving.”
There several interesting lines in this article linked to below, but my favorite two are the opening two sentences:
“On Monday, Donald Trump talked about the economy on television for an hour. That may have exceeded the graduate-level curriculum at Trump University.“
The Incredible Shrinking Populist: Trump’s Tiny Economic Vision
yeah I know you did not ask!
If more drivers handled their vehicles like middle-aged men on motorcycles, the fatality rate from automobile accidents might not go to zero, but it definitely would drop dramatically.
I was walking through one of big box stores that dominant the American retail landscape. 
Headed towards the checkout was white male in the 3oish… 40ish age bracket. He had on a t-shirt the front of which read,”DONALD FUCKIN’ TRUMP’. The back read,”IF YOU DON’T BLEED RED, WHITE & BLUE, TAKE YOUR BITCHIN’ ASS HOME”
I started to say something to this individual, then reminded myself that you cannot argue with stupid.
I’m not a prude, but wearing a t-shirt with profanity on it is a line no one should cross. Continue reading “They Almost Had It Right”
So I go into Menard’s to buy some oak boards for a project. The total comes to $26 and change. The checkout clerk pointed out to me that they had a promotion going that week. If you filled out a coup0n and sent it in you received a 11% rebate on your purchase.
Not knowing what the total was before taxes I just spit-balled Continue reading “Math, What a Concept”
“Kiss my ass,” she said.
“Bare it,” he said.
And that is how I was conceived
My mother who cannot remember my name; my mother who thinks her mother is still alive which would make my grandmother 119 years old; my mother who was surprised when I reminded her that she was once married; my mother who wanted to know what restaurant we were at as the staff at her nursing home was putting out dinner… Sung the whole chorus to this song 5 or 6 times in the hour I was there. I really found it a piece of wisdom from a surprising source. Of course, the song does have an “eat, drink, and do Mary for tomorrow we die” theme to it. But sometimes that is not bad advice.
I have included the YouTube video of a Guy Lombardo rendition of the song below.
Just for the record my mother has been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. She is in a lock-in memory management unit at The Baptist Village in Oklahoma.
One of the big issues waging in the never ending culture wars is “bathroom” laws. This has been brought on by attempting to deal with transgender folks on a level that meets their needs. Transgender people would like use public restrooms that match what they perceive as their gender identity. Many states have passed laws attempting to force transgender people to use public restrooms that match the gender on their birth certificates.
First a confession, Continue reading “Transgender Bathrooms”