Irregular commentary on whatever's on my mind -- politics, sports, current events, and life in general. After twenty years of writing business and community newsletters, fifteen years of fantasy baseball newsletters, and two years of email "columns", this is, I suppose, the inevitable result: the awful conceit that someone might actually care to read what I have to say. Posts may be added often, rarely, or never again. As always, my mood and motivation are unpredictable.
Thursday, March 23, 2017
There Are No Words
The leader of our great nation is a mentally disturbed little boy with no adult supervision. Way to go, 'Murica! (Meeting today on the White House lawn with a group of truckers. Little Donnie Diaperpants loves his toys.)
This blog is offered as an amusement to any open-minded, liberal-leaning readers who may stumble upon it, and as an educational service to the closed-minded conservative crowd.
I hope you like it. If you don't, get your own blog.