Just Another Morning In America

I woke up as usual; entangled in puppies and pillows. I felt around me until my hand found the remote and clicked on the news. There was a mass shooting at a college country music bar in Thousand Oaks, California. It sounds like so far thirteen are dead, but we all know how that can change, am I right? The killer, a 29 year-old shot himself, then mowed down the Police Sargent that ran in with his weapon drawn to save everybody, []

The Next American Massacre

I wonder if it would take the slaughter of your own family to convince you to support laws on assault weapons, since the slaughter of so many other’s loved ones has not.

The Kavanaugh Hearing; Old Pickles on Golden Thrones. 

Inside the suffocating, kiss-ass, grudge-filled, puffed-chest, golden-box of the Senate Judiciary Committee, they have grown petty, controlling and unyielding at the degradation of all us who have no power to change their minds, and less influence than my drunk uncle. All of a sudden I get what all the fuss is about!  Term limits, as it turns out, are a really big deal.