No King, No King, You’re the King
Confession time: Donna and I didn’t turn out for the No Kings protest yesterday.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
Damn the torpedoes . . . full speed ahead!
Confession time: Donna and I didn’t turn out for the No Kings protest yesterday.
I don’t think Trump does the things he does in order to distract us from the Epstein files.
The last line of defense — the only defense we have remaining, now that checks and balances to executive power are gone — is our vote.
As hot as it is today, you’d think my thoughts would be fully cooked, not half-baked. But there you go.
I wrote this post ten years ago and am moving it back to the top of the blog for Memorial Day.
I’m guessing this pilot’s pucker factor was off the charts.
My grandfathers came home from the Great War. My father and his brothers all survived World War Two. I made it through the Cold War in one piece. All three generations of us knew plenty of comrades who didn’t, and we honor them today. This is a post I wrote on May 29, 2011, with […]
So this popped up in yesterday’s news. Sure, shitbirds like this infest every state in the Union. My Show Me homies don’t have a lock on white supremacy and regressive thinking. But there are Red states and Redder states, and I sometimes hesitate before telling new acquaintances I’m from Missouri. Or that my home town, […]