... says it all:

... another slew of meaningless slaughter.

I saw on FB today where someone suggested that instead of building a wall, we put up a giant mirror so that we can see what we have become.

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My hot neighbor asked me to help tend her garden.

I know that means watering something, but is that a singular or plural request?

I frequently have dreams where I am sitting or standing, having casual conversations with people at different points in my life.

Just simple, rather boring conversation.

Thought I'd share that.

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I had two dreams last night.

In the first, my ex wife was at my parent's house ranting about how she wanted to leave. I told her to go... poste haste!

Secondly, I had a pet woman. Yes, naked and walking around with a leash on her neck. She didn't like anywhere we went and pissed on everything. lol And before you get upset, no, I don't treat women like that or have any desire to, either. I was raised to respect women.

Just a couple of weirdies I wanted to share, nothing more.

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... it begins. The countdown to another year rushing by.

How old?

Let's just say I won't be singing The Beatle's "When I'm 64" any more.

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On my way home today, I passed a young man driving a pickup truck going the opposite way towards the University.

White male, young, with a huge Confederate flag waving out of the passenger window.

I wonder if he's about to make the news?

Wednesday, on my way into work, a little old lady pulled out in front of me. I locked up my brakes and avoided hitting her and a truck coming towards me in the opposite lane.

Happy I hadn't hit anyone, I continued on to work. When I started to turn into the parking lot, I gave a few obscenities directed towards that little old lady... the one who could barely see over the steering wheel, the one who's life I'd just saved.

My brake pedal went to the floor!

Easing my car into a parking spot, I got out and looked under the car. Brake fluid was streaming out into a big puddle beneath my car. I had popped my brake line.

There was nothing else I could do, so I went inside and worked my shift. Luckily I work second shift, so there was less traffic on the roads as I babied my car back home.

Thursday, I got up, called the garage, and then had my car towed in to be worked on. Two hours later I was picked up and driven back to the garage to pick up my car.

The bill came to $185.00, $55.00 for the tow, $18.00 for parts and new fluid, and, of course, $105.00 for labor.

Just another couple of days in the lifetime learning experience.

All is well once more.

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The leader of North Korea is living proof of what happens when you don't spank your children.