Hot time in the not-a-city

I am against the death penalty, and have been most of my life.

However ...

Some MFs spent from around 2 p.m. Saturday to 1 a.m. Sunday setting off fireworks in Rainbow Bend, 6 or 7 times. They moved around, once close to our house.

Sheriff's deputies searched, found nothing.

Death penalty: arsonists, and MFs spraying fireworks anywhere people live, especially during a 3-day-long Red Flag alert.

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Playing into Racists' hands

So Aunt Jemima and Uncle Ben are banished from the grocery store.

The net result: Black faces vanish, leaving only pink-skin faces.

Score one for white supremacists.

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Sign of the times

Would somebody for Sanity's sake teach DJT how to tell a joke? Or have him hold up poster board with "That's a Joke!" written on it?

Not that his cortisol-soaked brain can handle learning anymore.

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Chugging my way through Chernow's "Washington" tome, I encountered the Washington  family crest: a griffin poised above a crown, set above an ornamental shield with three stars.

Emblazoned with the Latin motto:

Exitus Acta Probat.

The outcome justifies the deed.

First time ever, I'm so glad DJT doesn't read. Shhhhh ... nobody tell him General Georgie's British kinfolk said the end justifies the means.

Plus, the crest needs hippos and an owl.

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Everybody should knock off obsessing over DJT's inability to handle ramps or stairs. First, that damn ramp should have had a railing.

Second, he's so vain he won't wear his glasses. He can't see his feet, can't see steps. Watching him walk down Air Force One's stairs is hilarious and frightening, all at once.

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Motivating the Prez

How to get DJT to wear a Covid-19 mask: Convince him that the people running his investments bought controlling interest in companies that make masks.

And every mask sold puts $50 in his bank account.

He'll make everybody around him mask up. Make the military buy a million.

Make White House medical staff hand them out by the dozens.

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On wings of ... well, Baby Bird

Time flies when humming birds outgrow the nest.

Baby's the one in back. It exercises its wings every few minutes.

Keeping my chin up

Spring flowers help, sort of. The cactus blooms once a year, late May into June. The clematis is slowing eating the garage.

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Lost out here in the stars

Princess Leia: "The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers."

Crybaby-in-Chief doesn't feel it yet, but states and cities are slipping through his dictatorship's slimy fingers. Mask off, jackboots on.

It might take us awhile to slip free, but the United States won't stand for tyranny. That's for  other countries, such as our Trump-era allies.

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