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No, seriously, I have to ask this. Where are all the raging people that should be marching on DC screaming over The Orange Buffoon’s unconscionable too many days in office?
Where are the outraged people?
Where the 10 million men and women marching on DC to take back our government from the traitors who strip away all our hard work of the past decade?
This government means to kill those of us who are not of sound body, mind, economics, or their Hitler like ideal of what the people should be.
We are not slaves to the rich meant to subsist on little. We are the people for which this government was meant to be.
Resist! Revolt! Take it back!!!
So who the hell bakes 4 cookies at 3 a.m.?
I am so glad I don’t order the cookies from 5 Star Home Foods each time we order.
Bad enough when they gift us a free bag of our choice of cookies. LOL
I hope all the people in the paths of these monster hurricanes manage to stay safe.
Please don’t forget our people who are in the firestorms.
We should all prepare to help in any way we can.
Let’s prove to the world that we are not as heartless as #45 and the Republicans.
Give what you can…be it money, supplies, or muscle.
So glad I spotted him wandering through the yard long before I took Lucy out.
I’ve grown lax on checking the yard before sending her out.
Usually it’s skunks.
This time it was an opossum.
Is no more.
We used to have each other to hold.
We enjoyed each other.
I miss us.
But we are no more.
We live in the same house.
I feel all alone.
Once upon a time this was us:
I need to get writing again. I really do.
I wish I had the heart to do it. The ambition.
I’ve lost the drive.
Watching the destruction in Texas and the orange troll making it all about him and his photo ops makes me so dreadfully sad for the state of this country.
Sure there are people helping people but when congressmen and senators join the idiot in charge in pissing on us all with lousy picks for key positions in the EPA and other agencies I can’t bring myself to be proud of this damned nation.
I can’t find any humor in #45’s idiotic comments these days. All I see there is insanity and the death knell of all we know.
What we need now is:
On days like I had yesterday, I say I am lucky.
I did my normal beginning of the day routine and then at two I went for a hair cut. On the way home, I stopped to pick up another prescription for The Curmudgeon.
Once home, I actually got to sit down and read for a half hour before having to cook dinner.
Maybe today could be even luckier?