Debate over medicinal marijuana continues to weave its way into modern approval. A number of states say it’s okay, while a majority, not including Maryland, one of the Original 13 colonies, has legalized pot use. Now the fight proceeds whether dispensaries will be among downtown shops.
Maybe, just maybe, time has come to inoculate all the crazies out there with computer chips. Certainly alarms will explode with violent repercussions about personal civil rights. Somehow a solid program could be developed.
Wonders never cease, especially when considering that the state of history teaching in schools is lacking big time. Is it good to not educate the populace on the past?
Where are all the public demonstrations, the students who walk out of classes, or the alleged caring lawmakers who echo the same old chants about guns?
Might as well be straightforward here. With all the winks and nods, the evidence is rather obvious, the coup and overthrow attempt is in full gear.
All this talk about privilege has me commiserating. Foolish talk has been around forever. The latest has nearly reached the zenith of idiocy, the acme of worthlessness.
Music is swirling in the air. Yes, joyous strains of marching bands, even high stepping and recollections of John Philip Sousa, the recognized king of brass and drums and so on.
On this grand third day of April, some leftover scraps from what has historically been April Fool’s Day. Remember, please, it’s not courteous to describe any one as a dullard, dope or ignoramus.
Time to spread the good news. Major League Baseball returns this afternoon. Take your pick, grab the remote and refreshments. But first here’s a preamble which may include some rapier wit.
I figured the miasma of mischief, my description of course, would keep on keeping on. Leaks, or not, it’s a maelstrom constantly and fun to follow although monotonous.
In my neck of the woods the first day of Spring arrived rather nicely. That is snow, the white stuff, fell indiscriminately. It was fun to watch. And, it’s March.
With some fear and trepidation, recent horrors are leading to some questions, however indelicate, as to how bombs and shootings can be eradicated so we can return to a semblance of civil order.
It was mighty encouraging to hear that Mr. President is finally getting the cabinet members he really needs. We’re led to believe a few more department heads will get the heave-ho in the immediate future.
On second thought, maybe the national students’ walkout tomorrow, Wednesday, a month after the Valentine’s Day disaster in Parkland, Florida, may be a good thing.
All this malarkey, underway every which way we turn, has become full blown hogwash. I’m waiting for someone to put a muzzle on the ongoing nonsensical babbling.
It goes without saying, public and private schools do care about the safety of students. That response always comes immediately after tragedies unfold into astonishment, anger and total loss at prevention.
It’s not an idle thought. I’m wondering if the entire nation has gone berserk? Does everybody really want to fight, mostly verbal, or just have a good old-fashioned fistfight?
The trend these days is to appoint high schoolers to school boards. What a nice thought and fad. Really though, are teenagers ready for such input in the learning process?
Amidst the ongoing national mourning of the latest shooting massacre, this time at a Parkland, Florida, high school, the blame game is running amok and out of control.
Recent moments of reverie in the form of contemplation brought about some answers for all the bamboozling, hornswaggling and general twattling — mischief — tearing up and dividing the land.
Let’s take a break from solving the inescapable problems of the world. There’s no doubt they never end. What the heck, for full disclosure or rather transparency as the popular saying today goes, today is Fat Tuesday.
It may be time to put all of the national unrest into perspective. Actually it seems as though the ongoing hating and, um, resistance is merely an effort for a never before coup d'état attempt.
A few days before Sunday’s Super Bowl, I saw the story in which several Eagles players had decided not to attend any White House honors program for the football champions, if they won.
Along with four-and-a-half million others, I couldn’t resist watching the State of the Union performance. It was something to behold and gave hope to the nation and the world.
This is going to be a rather delicate essay. It has to be. First and foremost, epithets in any setting are out of line. They are verbal bullying to youngsters and adults alike.
It’s no laughing matter, but Baltimore’s latest police commissioner has been sacked. The reason was a bit surprising. He didn’t reduce violent crimes, which last year included 343 murders. The per capita record for Charm City.
With all disrespect to the so-called law makers, the recent debacle can be described as anti-American and the witlings, the wisenheimers if you will, have set the worst examples of leadership in recent years.