Wake Up…
Challenging times. Thankfully, our dictator has total recall when it comes to unchallenging cognitive tests.
I I feel as if I am preparing myself to bungee jump off of a towering building every time I go to the grocery store.
I am done.
Eric Trump just announce that when his father, aka The Joker, the psychopath with a warped, sadistic sense of humor, gets kicked out of Washington the Trump organization will focus on expanding internationally.
In the midst of all the chaos in America I read about yet another tragedy.
Not much makes sense these days. One conundrum is who takes a pocketbook to a protest or marches in heels?!
This man comes out swinging every single day. He never breaks even.
I am not a very religious person. I rarely turn to a higher power for advice or solace.
Today is Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement, the most solemn, religious day on the Jewish calendar.
The democrats just don’t get it. Wednesday’s debate was as frustrating as watching the Yankees pitch of late.
Fake News?! Finger pointing at the media when they are doing their job reporting the heartless, poisonous venom a convicted bully fake is spewing.
I have no words. Okay, I do. Agent Orange is a ticking time bomb.
Philadelphia Eagles….hate ’em, but this week not so much.
People outside the good ole US of A have stopped coming to Crazytown.
Motivated by the absurd, I am presently job surfing opportunities in the Dumpster’s Administration.
I just cannot erase a Saturday Night Live skit from my consciousness.
Tonight starts Yom Kippur, the holiest day in the Jewish religion.
“Fire and Fury” has taken on a whole new meaning this week.