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I wrote this one night sitting in a McDonald’s parking lot after an unsolicited Tinder dick- pic lit up my phone which […]
I can find no possible way to reconcile inspirational writer, Merriam Williamson on the debate stage instead of two-time Governor of Montana Steve Bullock, a legitimate presidential candidate. I will give Merriam props for inspiring people to write down every day, three things they are grateful for. That’s good stuff, and it DOES change your outlook on life; I highly recommend it. I wonder if that’s the key to reaching Mitch Mcconnell? I was thinking more along the lines of a mirror, […]
Does anyone else have trouble getting out of bed? I’m talking about actually exiting the bed. I recently bought a 12” memory […]
Between Trump, his cabinet, elected officials, GOP Congress, Fox News, and the deplorables at his rallies, I have never been more disgusted with a group of people IN MY LIFE.
I’m giving this a lot of thought and listening to both sides of the impeachment debate. This is where I’m at right now.
Boy, I sure would like to meet Betsy Devos one day. Like if I ran into her in the produce department. We would have so much to chat about, I’m sure it would be genuinely satisfying.
It’s not about political party or one issue anymore. It’s about morality, core character, personal integrity, and human decency.
Trump’s ”empire” was built on the debt he never paid back, with loans he lied to get, in a long string of fraudulent bankruptcies, scams, and deceit.
We spent Christmas day eating boiled chicken legs, homemade fire-breathing Chinese moonshine and playing cards with a group of Chinese guys while we clicked along on a train headed to Beijing.
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, […]
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 only thing keeping me from nodding off other than hanging my head out the window and slapping myself in the face is my need to know why anyone would ever have traveled out west in a covered wagon on purpose…
PALEASE, ANOTHER DRUNK ABUSER APOLOGIZING? If I had a nickel! One thing I know for sure, is those guys can apologize like […]
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.
After I failed to fight off an uninvited wet tongue kiss, Rambler’s rank dog drool smeared across my face reaching the trickles of sweat flooding down my face and dripped into my ear before I could catch it.