I don’t get around much here anymore. Meh, I still see all y’all over on FB. I am still in the game.
I keep an eye on what goes on here at the GREAT ORANGE SATAN. Life happens, get a job, add in some fambly and walla there goes teh time. Yet, here I am again
Once again the random voice from in the Chicken Fried Kingdom. The land of W and Gohmert.
pitypoor manunkind
Be still my angers and raging against the machine. This too shall pass. This generation of swine shall pass away and tomorrow brings another day. I can still find hope in the nest of the killdeer spared upon the parking lot, up next to the abandoned machine shop. Yep, the one with the tree.
One of these days. It gets better. I keep believing this and sending off missives and dollars and hopes and prayers and I want it to all work out for us. All of us.
I miss the R party that had some good sense. The ones that I still know that do not know what to do.
Why did they go down this road of Atwater and Nixon? Why did they embrace the hatred, fear and rage? I do not know. Did the politics make their brains feel fear or did their fears make their politics?
I wish I had a good answer. Maybe I could convince a few of them. That study up in Nebraska says it just entrenches them when your facts go against their beliefs. Oh well. The mythical Independent thinker then!
Sorry for the interruption. You call carry on.