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Monday, September 28, 2020

Fifty years from now. won't know. Or care. You may even cry. But too late.

 Thank you, selfish ignorant superintelligent idiots. You accomplished what you set out to do.  Your grandchildren,  if you are able to have any, have many questions for you.  Let's start with, 'Why can't I see a picture of Grandma?'  what do you mean, you didn't get around to taking any?  'What was her favorite song?  'Her favorite picture, pet?'  You don't remember?  'You were too busy to remember?'  It was your 'Happy Years' and you were too busy enjoying life?'  Pandemic!  You remember something about a  Pandemic?  What about a  Pandemic?  You don't remember the details just that it was necessary to be with your friends at the local pub to help you get through this 'bad' time.  Well, Dad, you didn't get through it.  You literally wiped out your and your children's future.  No records, nothing.  All to be found someday in the bottom of a rubble pile.  Thanks to you.

Wednesday, September 16, 2020

But, is it gone, or will I fall victim?

I was minding my own business this morning about to make a fresh pot of coffee. As I poured the cold water in, out scurried a spider, a blond spider,  about four inches by four inches it would appear to me.  I tried desperately to get the pot to the sink so as to dump the spider out! I finally got it over the sink but alas, no spider appeared as I emptied out the water.  I even rinsed out the pot hopefully not getting any water into the 'electrical' area.  I even flipped on the switch for a few seconds hoping to see it scramble to safety and not get electrocuted.  Alas no. Which is more important to a coffee addict, finding 'blondie' or having my coffee. Yes, I'm about to make my morning pot.  I'll let you know if I survive.  Special prayers, please. A big PLEASE..............marge

Wednesday, September 2, 2020

It is the only answer.

I have been wondering for some time now.  Were trumph supporters raised by a like maniacal father?  It is not inconceivable.  He was given, at an early age, no choice, as his father browbeat him into submission to believing there was only one right, his father's.  Daddy proved this by all his financial successes.  Daddy was so disappointed by young trumph's horrible and not too swift choices that he, unknowingly to trumph, bribed anyone who dared to differ from trumph.  This started an unrelenting pattern that continued until daddy died.  And by that time, trumph was so ingrained with his false beliefs he couldn't see any truths put in front of him.  Nor did he was too.  After all, Daddy said..................marge

Tuesday, September 1, 2020

WWI War Time Rhymes.

Old women pierced by bayonets grim   And babies slaughtered for a whim, Cathedrals made the sport of shells, No mercy, even for a child,  As though, the imps of all the hells Were crazed with drink and running wild.  All this we fight---that some day when Good sense shall come again to men, Our children's children may not read This age's history thus defamed  And find we served a selfish creed  And ever be of us ashamed!...........marge