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 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 […]
I wrote this one night sitting in a McDonald’s parking lot after an unsolicited Tinder dick- pic lit up my phone which […]
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.