The Musical Fruit
Before I hit the kitchen, here are a couple of thoughts weighing on my mind.
"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
Before I hit the kitchen, here are a couple of thoughts weighing on my mind.
True enough there’s never been an election like this in our country. It’s unbelievable, save for the fact it’s happening right in front of our eyes.
It drives me crazy how the media pussyfoots around Republican lies by reporting “no evidence of widespread fraud.” Why “widespread?” Why not “no fraud?”
Funny how that desk doesn’t look so tiny when real presidents sit behind it, huh?
Lordy, it’s going to be hard to be gracious in victory and not return spite for spite, but I’ll try.
As I write, the election remains undecided.
Trump is the kidney stone in our political life. Passing it promises to be an ugly, painful experience.
The Wienermobile was in town yesterday, so we took Mister B to see it.