Pardon?
I’m fine with Biden’s pardon of his son Hunter.
"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
The continuation of war by other means
I’m fine with Biden’s pardon of his son Hunter.
Donna and I married 59 years ago this day, the 2nd of December, 1965.
Our dogs wake up at 5 a.m. and consequently so do we.
Stay fresh, cheese bags. And keep fighting.
October 31st, incidentally my birthday, is almost here. Why Halloween isn’t a national holiday continues to baffle me. As do many things.
Normally I share photos like these on Facebook and Instagram, but today, lucky you, they’re just for Paul’s Thing readers.
I’ve yet to finish my morning sweep of the news, but I’ll stick my neck out and say Tampa, Brandon, and MacDill AFB are still there and functioning in the wake of Hurricane Milton.
One thing I’m sure of: it’s not a real scramble but a staged photo, taken for PR purposes.