This story was in one of the two local newspapers in my part of the world yesterday. My sense of whimsy was severely strained by some of the comments from online readers who have decided that believing is just a lot easier than thinking. It helps me understand why we are the way we are.
Maybe the flyover will include unicorns, rainbows, and most especially COVID-19 tests, though I'm thinking maybe not. Elect an asshole and expect a shitshow. November 3rd cannot get here fast enough.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Work and Other Four Letter Words
This is from seventeen years ago in this very space. I am impressed, even if I say so myself. At the time, I called it: Cursing (in) the ...
-
My thug name is 'Willie the Whiner,' because of my non-stop lamentations about our weather, no matter what our weather is at any giv...
-
Decades ago, when I was a college-age human, for a number of reasons caused by a variety of substances, I would often sit up all night watch...
-
I've offered what follows previously to honor the birth of our daughter. At the time I called it: The Circle Game Depending on what time...

No comments:
Post a Comment