Snake Oil
I admit it. I’m a conspiracy theorist. Can you blame me?
"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
Because I feel like ranting
I admit it. I’m a conspiracy theorist. Can you blame me?
Happy Independence Day?
As hot as it is today, you’d think my thoughts would be fully cooked, not half-baked. But there you go.
I’m guessing this pilot’s pucker factor was off the charts.
Our son and daughter are March babies. Gregory turned 59 last week. Polly, bless her, is 50 today. Happy birthday, kids!
This entire “presidency” is like being tied to a chair and watching a toddler play with a loaded pistol.
With the sacking of General Brown and the planned appointment of a yes-man Trump loyalist replacement, Lt Gen Caine, the likelihood that military leadership will go along with whatever Trump tells them to do is, well, pretty much a sure thing.
Not gonna be a 21st century Good German. Don’t you be one either. Resist.