I can only hope you all have had as enjoyable a Christmas family time as I. We all avoided any political debate, agreed upon when first making plans for our gatherings. Let me tell you, it is really good when everyone obeys the rule! And we did. The one time I was challenged my response was "I am here for family not politics! Skol!" and poured him a shot of this FABULOUS Norwegian Vodka my daughter gifted me with. OMG, top shelf all the way.
I really don't have much to say about the state of the world as we enter these "roaring twenty-twenties" but I do find myself considering the changes over the last hundred plus years since America was conquered by the banking cabal.
My Grandmother's cast iron pan, that I use almost daily, is over 100 years old. How many meals, how many thousands of pancakes, have been cooked on that heavy old thing? It looks like hell warmed over but can sear a steak like nothing else.
We are in a time of madness and it is only going to accelerate; this year is already off to a roaring start with the situation in Iraq. I have stopped trying to figure anything out; it is all moot and a waste of time because all we plebs can do is guess and attempt to survive another day.
I don't want to get into this new war looming on the horizon with Iran. What Bibi wants, Bibi gets. After all these decades his slave Donald obeys, I really am quite nauseated by Trump's capitulation to Israel in this as well as so many other issues.
Yes, I am lazy now; no longer posting much in the way of stories and articles; the Blog Roll to your right covers almost everything well. A good source of news for everyone who cares.
And that's all she wrote for now. Thanks to everyone who drops by and enjoys this silly work I do. Best wishes from me to all of you.You have no idea how grateful I am for your visits and infrequent notes!
A poem written by Democrat flavor-of-the-month Beto O'Rourke emerged, rekindling fierce national debate about drug abuse. The poem, written in 1988 when the faux Hispanic used the pen name "Psychedelic Warlord," was widely considered to be the most preposterous and nonsensical collection of words that would ever be uttered aloud.
What about the Christians under attack?
See The Franklin Prophecy:
Think he is a soy boy?