I'm rarely mistaken for the sharpest spoon in the drawer, and I've reached an age where I wear that derision with as much dignity and grace as I can. So when I look at two competing realities attempting to coexist in the same universe I wonder what I'm supposed to do.
Here's what I'm talking about:
I am sort of lying about the 'wondering what to do' part. I know exactly what to do; vote the bastards out on the 3rd of November. And you should, too, but check here first to make sure you're registered to vote. And then count down the days.
-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.
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Thursday, July 16, 2020
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