For years illegal drug use has been invading every community of the nation. One of the world’s biggest purveyor of drugs is on trial. And, the talk is how opioids are destroying young and old alike.
What could be better, snow arrives hereabouts, most of the Congress is living it up in Puerto Rico, the federal guv’ment is on hiatus, thankfully, and us animal lovers took to the Internet for a reprieve from the dirty-talkers newly making hay for themselves.
As the sandbagging picks up steam around Pennsylvania Avenue, and on the people’s airways, the real national crisis involves the caliber of newly electeds who appear hell-bent on destroying the country as we know it.
Now that the president and Congress are still playing chicken heading toward a national crisis, I want to describe another ongoing calamity involving a convicted sex abuser.
Here we go, off to the fun and games of the next 12 months. Today there remains a few leftovers to address before jumping into some newbies.
Greetings and salutations on this first day of 2019. Most certainly, esteemed readers have celebrated enough and maybe today trying to let the tune “Auld Lang Syne” slink away peacefully.
So, just who make up communities? Most certainly, it is the people and wonderful everyday unknowns, who can be called the great and the good.
To hear it from some frenzied yappers on the national political scene, the end is near. An apocalypse is on the horizon before the holidays, that’s Christmastime for real and true Americans. Let me explain.
We have a grab bag of items on today’s agenda. One will suffice. At this juncture eyes and ears can hardly wait for the looming federal government shutdown.
In this season of joy, gifts and all sorts of good things, it’s disgusting that ne’er-do-wells, and generally goofballs, enjoy publicity for their cockamamie intentions to ruin the holidays for everybody.
Well, now, the original plan was to expound on the recurring miasma of mayhem surrounding the raging political kerfuffle. First, there are some leftovers worth recalling from the George H. W. Bush funeral.
One of my most avid note senders suggested recently that I consider redacting my space here, at least today. Naturally wanting to accommodate the faithful, I almost fell for what I took as a gag.
On a July 1983 afternoon the lanky Yale man walked into The Roosevelt Room of the White House. It’s the center of the West Wing near the Oval Office.
In a continuing effort to keep the public well informed, tried-and-true investigative methods have uncovered some startling details. Pay attention please: a Bureau of Misinformation has finally been uncovered.
The era of whozits, whatzits and dipsy doodles is alive and booming. Our bounden duty here, though, is another alert. That’s before the innocents and gullibles are swindled again.
Without any official authorization, I am recusing myself from further feasting on this great day. What I mean is this. The pleasure of the day will release me sometime in the afternoon from a self-imposed moratorium of this and that.
There is no reason, friends, to quibble over the celebration of the nation’s first Thanksgiving. No matter what revelers have spouted for years over the Mayflower landing in Yankee land, the lordly bounty at Plymouth was two years and 17 days late.
Again, I’m stepping into dangerous areas. In no way do I support the global warming boondoggle so popular these days. Tell a lie often enough and it becomes folk lore.
The loonies are at serious work, most certainly, in the land we call the United States of America. It is all a power game and sickening. All out hatred grows daily.
Let the verbal floggings stop. Don’t count on it. We realize the personal bashings won’t stop even if these wonderful midterm elections are thankfully over. Kaput.
Phew! Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an...no, girls and boys, let’s not go to any more fairy tales. We’ve reached that glorious day when the national nightmare is almost over, coming to an end in a few hours.
So, we’re creeping up to the midterm elections and because of the renegades who love to be called resisters, the great old USA is under siege. Ain’t it fun?
I’m going to sincerely be frank, straightforward. At the distinct moment news broke of the abhorrent murders Saturday morning at the Pittsburgh synagogue, my blood boiled. The biggest hater and most disgraceful man in the nation is a supposed religious leader.
The next step has begun to terrorize the free society. The conflict started with verbal threats encouraging confrontations to conservatives because liberal partisans wanted to fight, derail and make general nuisances of themselves.
I’m trying my best to keep an open mind, at least for a fortnight, when the chaos of the nation’s quite likely won’t be quelled on November 6.
Most certainly international events are rather important. However stateside activities should rank first and foremost. Foreign intrigue always grabs attention, but events at home are more vital considering all the facts – or fiction.
There are two most dangerous professions in the world today. First, those sent as Christian missionaries; second, journalists of the investigatory kind who dare apply their talents in the face of international despots.
It is never more obvious that the brilliance of the Founders of the Constitution were prescient. In fact, these wise men, meeting in Philadelphia, had the good sense to write the Second Amendment.
With all profound respect, it is a joy at this historic moment to stand, read and repeat the magnificent call to order for the opening of the Supreme Court of the United States.