The Boss needs no comment from yours truly. His words say it all. I would say enjoy, but this is a time for action. This monstrous malAdministration needs to go and like yesterday…
Monsters – Still Happy with Voting for Trump?
What has happened to my once beloved country?
Here is a link to Krugman’s post today: Monsters
It starts out:
All this after they had control of the man who, from what I have read, was only trying to protect a woman from pepper spray being used by ICE agents.
The really sad part is that this is getting to be a common story. Trying to find accurate statistics about ICE and ICE deportations is almost a hopeless task. Whether you agree with deportations or not, I find it hard to believe anyone would approve of the tactics of this Fascist regime and the government agency, ICE, that seems to populated the worst of the worst. And the Trump Administration is defending them and cheering them on.
Are you still happy with your vote for Trump? Are you still happy with voting for Republicans enabling this madman strutting around the White House? Are you happy with government sponsored armed thugs in our streets? Are you happy with the mass abuse of people, who by the vast majority, were simply seeking a better life? Are you still happy with a President who has surrounded himself with the worst possible people? Are you still happy with a President that has pissed off just about everyone of our long term friends and allies, all the while sidling up to the worst dictators on the planet?
God save your soul.
My hope is that we will vote the monsters out in November. A bigger part of me is afraid we will not have the opportunity.
All of this for what? To stroke a madman’s ego… to bring on the Armageddon… To rid our country of brown people… All this so the rich get richer and the rest of us without benefits…
I have never felt so hopeless about the future of this country.
Bottle of Tequila – Revisited
I generally do not recycle articles. I also do not write a lot of fiction, but once a decade or so a story pops into my mind. When I do write fiction it is generally triggered by some story I have heard or something that has happened to me. Then my “imagination” runs wild extrapolating on of the former. Or sometimes – according to Señora about stories of her – I just make s*** up. Generally, I am stringing all those founts together.
The broken toe from a dropped bottle of tequila actually happened to a friend of my ex when we lived in Oklahoma City. A friend of Señora recently dropped a bottle of wine on her toe, breaking it, bringing this story back to mind. The rest of the story’s derivation is best left to the war time motto of “Loose lips, sinks ships.”
I enjoyed writing the story 12 years ago. Hopefully, you will enjoy reading it.
Now to the story…
Bottle of Tequila
He saw me limping down the hallway and asked,”looks like you had a wonderful time, what happened?” When he said that I was instantly back to her bedroom and recalling the events of the previous evening…
We had placed a few pillows behind our backs up against the headboard. The lights were still low. The Coltrane CD had started back around. Man, is he ever timeless. With the warm glow that can only be felt from energy well spent, we were both smoking cigarettes and idly chit chatting about absolutely nothing of consequence. I noticed that we had both pulled our knees toward our chests. The result was two well formed tents, side by side in the sheets. Mine was a good bit taller than hers. My mind flitted back to childhood days when my parents would take me to the circus. I wondered which tent was more interesting. Was it the larger one with the 3 rings of non-stop entertainment, or the smaller one with all the made up freaks and hucksters trying to separate you and your money? Laughing to myself I wondered where the “tunnel of love” was.
It was at that point I slapped myself softly and she looked at me funny.
“Just a weird thought,” I explained.
My vision drifted down to my left arm. I realized that I had left my Rolex knock-off on. It surprised me that she had not complained, Continue reading “Bottle of Tequila – Revisited”
Bottle of Tequila
He saw me limping down the hallway and asked,”looks like you had a wonderful time, what happened?” When he said that I was instantly back to her bedroom and recalling the events of the previous evening…
We had placed a few pillows behind our backs up against the headboard. The lights were still low. The Coltrane CD had started back around. Man, is he ever timeless. With the warm glow that can only be felt from energy well spent, we were both smoking cigarettes and idly chit chatting about absolutely nothing of consequence. I noticed that we had both pulled our knees toward our chests. The result was two well formed tents, side by side in the sheets. Mine was a good bit taller than hers. My mind flitted back to childhood days when my parents would take me to the circus. I wondered which tent was more interesting. Was it the larger one with the 3 rings of non-stop entertainment, or the smaller one with all the made up freaks and hucksters trying to separate you and your money? Laughing to myself I wondered where the “tunnel of love” was.
It was at that point I slapped myself softly and she looked at me funny.
“Just a weird thought,” I explained.
My vision drifted down to my left arm. I realized that I had left my Rolex knock-off on. It surprised me that she had not complained, Continue reading “Bottle of Tequila”