Monthly Archives: May 2017
Not the professional displays mind you, I hate the idiots that set them off in the streets at all hours of the night and day.
Poor Lucy spent the night hiding in her crate. Idiots!
If I were to open a Twitter account my main goal would be to have the #Twitiot block me.
I haven’t opened one. Yet.
However, if the #Cheetotwerp stays in office much longer, I will have to do it.
I wish to assure my friends in other nations that I am completely ashamed of that pile of crap some people call the POTUS.
Personally, I call him #Cheetothedumbfuck, #Orangetroll, #whitehouserat, #Twitler, and numerous other names that suit him. POTUS will never suit him and I will not call him anything more than #45.
Yep, that’s right. I have no respect for the #Twitiot.
His choices for cabinet positions are beyond ridiculous. They are nothing more than payment rendered to wealthy contributors who thirst for power. Not one of them is capable of humanity, compassion, intelligence, or a will to do the right thing for the people of the US.
All they want is money and power.
#Theorangetroll managed to make us the laughingstock of the entire world.
This once proud nation, this nation, which, before he came into power, was a force for good, is now a laughingstock.
Let that sink in for a minute.
He has made us hang our heads in shame. He has taken our liberty, our freedoms, and slapped us in the face with his lack of respect for the office he holds. That hold is tenuous and with any hope will soon end.
He’s brought out an unprecedented violence in the people who follow his horrible anti-rhetoric.
The Republican party enables the obnoxious #tinyhandedtoddler. I foresee a huge change coming down the line as their constituents finally realize how badly they are being screwed by this administration.
The Curmudgeon won’t openly admit it but #Twitler has him scared. He’s terrified of losing our only income, the cost of his care going through the roof, and so much more.
It’s not like we don’t already have enough to worry about.
The Curmudgeon’s shirt today
Yes, one tiny thing can do it.
One thing can send me off in a torrent of tears.
Usually it is a sweet memory of one of our dogs. Nine of them were our family over the years. Number ten, Lucy, is still with us making more memories. We didn’t have kids.
Other times it’s a Mom or Dad memory that chokes my throat and fills my eyes to overflowing. Or Grama shows up in a whiff of good baking.
The most tears fall when it’s a Mary memory. We were the closest two sisters can be.
Kay memories are bittersweet. She died when I was in my teens. At one time we were close but at the end we weren’t.
Betty memories are few and far between because she wasn’t home much after I was old enough to know her. A few tears fall in her memory.
I guess it’s age or maybe my heart is too tender.
Republican Greg Gianforte won his congressional race. However, had a large percentage of the votes not been done by mail-in ballots and, instead, were done at the polls, he most likely would have lost the race by a very large margin.
#45 managed to continually embarrass the American people with one fuck up after another. Pushing his way past NATO members and shoving the Prime Minister of Montenegro out of his way to pose, primp, and do his cock of the walk act only proved to make him look all the more the asshole that he truly is.
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Another thug running for office who needs to be kept from being elected.
The Republican Congressional Candidate In Montana Assaulted A Reporter. He body slammed him, knocking him to the floor, breaking his glasses.
This is assault and battery.
the crime of threatening a person together with the act of making physical contact with them.
In Montana it is a misdemeanor to body slam someone to the ground. Therefore, Montana Republican Greg Gianforte has committed a misdemeanor the day before the election. He should be arrested and jailed.
Please Montana, do not allow this man to gain a seat in Congress.
Darned shame our income doesn’t. And if #Twitler and his cronies get their way, we’ll be getting a lot less to live on.
With less to live on, we might have qualified for food stamps to survive, but #45 and the Repugnantcans are killing them too, along with our Medicare, Medicaid, and anything else that might keep us from becoming another pair of homeless people at the mercy of the streets.
It would be nice if I could go get a job and supplement our income but then The Curmudgeon would be left alone for 8 hours a day and he can’t be.
Online job you say? Oh sure, most of them are scams and I have neither the time nor the energy to sort through them to find a real one.
Why not do your writing? I would if I could manage to think straight and have him leave me alone for more than a minute at a time. The man never shuts his mouth. Who can concentrate?
Secretary of State Rex Tillerson just held a press conference in Saudi Arabia but failed to alert or invite any members of the American press. This is not the first time.
If #Twitler thought he and the Repugnantcans were under a microscope before… Guess what?!
They are now the ants under the magnifying glass and it’s gonna get hot!
You see, not only did that move inflame the American Press, but it got a lot of us freelance writers and bloggers up in arms too.
Hey #45, Buckle up Buttercup we’re in this for the long haul.
I was going to test out my new weed wacker…
Yep, such is my life.
I ordered a new weed wacker the day mine died (the 17th) because I was in no shape to go shopping for one at a store. My back is a mess these days.
My new 10 amp electric weed wacker arrived yesterday (the 19th). The Curmudgeon helped me put it together…he held it while I put the parts on it.
I’ll test drive it later today providing it stays rain free.