Okay just because of the opening paragraph I want to mention this bumper sticker I saw several decades ago on the back of a homemade camper on a truck. Lots of stickers on it but this one stuck out and I never forgot. It said where am I going and why am I in this handbasket. I just thought that was really funny.
For a good laugh take a look at the Hero Sandwich, aka fatal weapons, trial. Who knew that the attorney defending Sean Dunn was a closeted standup comedian who could easily write skits for SNL. Jeannine Pirro did herself fine being the usual loud-mouth idiot she played on Fox farts. The trial displays BlondI's "skill" as AG and shit4brains personal attack dog. Where is Kristi Noem when she is really needed to put down yapping curs? Oh yeah, poor Kristi is trying to figure out how to fly planes without engines. I still laugh when reading about the trial.
My husband was a firefighter, and he still fights in his sleep. Have you seen the commercial where the woman is sad but carries a sign with a smile on the front? I have had to do that a lot in my life, but not since meeting my husband. 26 years ago. Until now, I have not felt this hopeless since 9/11. I have been through things in my life that would have taken down King Kong. I won't go into that.
But right now I am deeply sad. I have been a single mom working two jobs to feed my two kids after a divorce. I have fed my kids and not eaten telling them I ate before I picked them up from the sitter.
My mother did the same thing. I didn't realize it until I did it.
I cannot sleep thinking about kids going hungry. The stress they are under, the kids are scared to go to school. Afraid their parents will be picked up by ICE.
Unless they impeach Trump, I don't know if my heart can take much more. My afib is getting worse and worse. I can't watch the news anymore. This is the only platform I am on. I cancelled all Social Media.
I may have to get off this platform too. But it is the only one that tells the truth unambashed.
I love your pictures. They do make me laugh. Bless you
Criminy! And old retirees are living in Florida? Are they nuts??? Not to mention it will probably be all ocean and no beach front pretty soon. I get my humor from my mom, who, with her sisters, was known to start a chain of laughter during funerals. And my dad, who while in a lot of major pain, made the priest who gave him last rights remark to me, 'he's quite a character isn't he?' the biggest gift is being able to laugh at ourselves. I like Monty Python's Holy Grail. The plucky black knight who keeps on fighting, 'it's only a flesh wound'. That needs to be us! Things are dark and this regime wants to make it darker, but Hell! That's when you bring out your flashlight (or even a match to light a candle). And not just an 'in memory of' procession. A light the torches and chase out this Frankenstein of a regime. Because that's what it is, a fake person-like body patched together by a faciest oligarchy who can't even sew. The seams are beginning to fray and the brain is starting to spill out. We can't just stand around waiting for the autopsy. Put on your strings of garlic and pull out your crosses (not the fake white Christian kind) and let's try to put an end to this continual bloodsucking. (Sorry to mix my horror movies but this shit show has enough horror to go around).
I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, sinners are much more fun (Billy Joel).
Okay just because of the opening paragraph I want to mention this bumper sticker I saw several decades ago on the back of a homemade camper on a truck. Lots of stickers on it but this one stuck out and I never forgot. It said where am I going and why am I in this handbasket. I just thought that was really funny.
For a good laugh take a look at the Hero Sandwich, aka fatal weapons, trial. Who knew that the attorney defending Sean Dunn was a closeted standup comedian who could easily write skits for SNL. Jeannine Pirro did herself fine being the usual loud-mouth idiot she played on Fox farts. The trial displays BlondI's "skill" as AG and shit4brains personal attack dog. Where is Kristi Noem when she is really needed to put down yapping curs? Oh yeah, poor Kristi is trying to figure out how to fly planes without engines. I still laugh when reading about the trial.
It's not only okay. It's necessary.
My husband was a firefighter, and he still fights in his sleep. Have you seen the commercial where the woman is sad but carries a sign with a smile on the front? I have had to do that a lot in my life, but not since meeting my husband. 26 years ago. Until now, I have not felt this hopeless since 9/11. I have been through things in my life that would have taken down King Kong. I won't go into that.
But right now I am deeply sad. I have been a single mom working two jobs to feed my two kids after a divorce. I have fed my kids and not eaten telling them I ate before I picked them up from the sitter.
My mother did the same thing. I didn't realize it until I did it.
I cannot sleep thinking about kids going hungry. The stress they are under, the kids are scared to go to school. Afraid their parents will be picked up by ICE.
Unless they impeach Trump, I don't know if my heart can take much more. My afib is getting worse and worse. I can't watch the news anymore. This is the only platform I am on. I cancelled all Social Media.
I may have to get off this platform too. But it is the only one that tells the truth unambashed.
I love your pictures. They do make me laugh. Bless you
It used to be such a NICE handbasket.
Any medical professional who worked in the public health sector at Groote Schuur Hospital from 1983/4-1998/9 as I did, has a gallows humour.
"It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry"
I'm trying not cry. Again, thanks for being a voice of reason and a source of great dark humor artwork.
“I can see your house from here. Is that Bob with your wife?”
Criminy! And old retirees are living in Florida? Are they nuts??? Not to mention it will probably be all ocean and no beach front pretty soon. I get my humor from my mom, who, with her sisters, was known to start a chain of laughter during funerals. And my dad, who while in a lot of major pain, made the priest who gave him last rights remark to me, 'he's quite a character isn't he?' the biggest gift is being able to laugh at ourselves. I like Monty Python's Holy Grail. The plucky black knight who keeps on fighting, 'it's only a flesh wound'. That needs to be us! Things are dark and this regime wants to make it darker, but Hell! That's when you bring out your flashlight (or even a match to light a candle). And not just an 'in memory of' procession. A light the torches and chase out this Frankenstein of a regime. Because that's what it is, a fake person-like body patched together by a faciest oligarchy who can't even sew. The seams are beginning to fray and the brain is starting to spill out. We can't just stand around waiting for the autopsy. Put on your strings of garlic and pull out your crosses (not the fake white Christian kind) and let's try to put an end to this continual bloodsucking. (Sorry to mix my horror movies but this shit show has enough horror to go around).