I've become the THIRD cranky old guy in the balcony of the Muppet Show, along with Statler and Waldorf, yelling at the whippersnappers who walk on my lawn or lean on the hood of my Ford Gran Torino. And from what I can decipher, I'm not the only one in a bad mood.
I'm less than enthused with the current leadership (or what passes for it) in our nation's capital, but I am too feeble and old to do anything more than complain about it. And if you voted for the Grifter and Grafters, put your hand up. Now put it over your mouth. That's how much of your complaint that I'm zinging Trumpelstiltskin I'm interested in hearing (= none).
HOWEVER, if you're a gig-economy person or a creative type who chooses to not be bound by corporate chains, you might want to check out this link for an easy-breezy (relatively) way to get a long-term visa in a generous number of European countries, where in most of them, Trump isn't spoken.
If you're someone whom people tell where to go, now you have some destinations.
-bill kenny
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