If I don’t write stuff down I’ll forget it. Most of the time that’s just fine with me. But if I really wanna remember something I better have a written reminder, and preferably, one I won’t overlook. Can’t just put a note on a loose pile of papers, cause sure as shit I won’t see it. No, it’s gotta be a big old sign featured prominently like the one the Wife put on our refrigerator door: Push Me Closed. We have an older model fridge, which sometimes doesn’t close all the way because it’s so full of half eaten crap ya gotta rearrange everything inside to get what ya got out back in. It would be a shame to leave the door ajar, and let all the junk you ain’t gonna eat go bad.
Sometimes when I walk by the fridge, I wonder “Push who closed?” That reminds me, I better check the fridge to make sure it’s closed…Didn’t write it down.
Yep, Ol’ Hansi has gone over to the dark-side of politics, and is now a Conservative. Although I’ve been a liberal (of the bleeding heart variety) for just about all my adult life, I’ve found that lately I haven’t been happy. In fact, I’ve been down-right grumpy, cynical and pissed off… all the time. My frustration usually starts early in the a.m. when I watch Morning Joe (a liberal MSNBC talk-show) and continues into the evening chased by more
left-wing progressive talking head shows.
From now on none of that stuff is gonna bother me anymore. If I hear something I disagree with, no problem…it’s fake news. Donald Trump is a great president. He knows the art of the deal. He’s gonna make America great again (if all them liberals and illegal aliens would get outta the way). Cause he’s a business man, he’ll drain the swamp in Washington – Stormy Daniels monkey business notwithstanding. I no longer care about the double standard and am very concerned about the unborn. Hey, everybody knows if one standard is good, two’s gotta be better, and once outside the womb, it’s open-season on your ass! Besides, as a newly converted conservative, I now know the secret password (jesus…but don’t tell anybody) which is like a ‘Get Out of Jail Free’ card. All this new found euphoria ain’t gonna come cheap for Ol’ Hansi. I gotta rush out and buy a gun to protect my Second Amendment rights; everything is gonna be just fine once I’m fully armed.
Wow…All this new-found conservatism is starting to look really good. I’m a lot happier now, but I don’t think I’ll be ripping-up my medical marijuana prescription just yet. Never know when you’ll need a little help from on High.
Disclaimer: My writing skills being what the may, some folks might misconstrue this as absolute truth, instead of parody, satire, sarcastic lampoonery or just plain bullshit as was my intention.
Nope. It’s now forever etched into your memory. No matter how hard ya try, you won’t be able to un-see this image. It’s in there forever, kinda like the digital history of all the smutty porn sites you’ve been to and think you’ve erased by clearing your browser history and cookies. Not so. It’s on your permanent record, and it can’t be wiped clean.
Sorry. Maybe I should’ve posted a warning.
This was gonna be an experimental post, conceptual in nature. A post without words (except in the title, which doesn’t really count, but does, cause a post without words isn’t supposed to have words – even in the title. But then a lot of folks might not get it, an just think that in my zeal to
exploit explore this concept, I totally spaced out and accidentally pushed the publish button before I could dream-up a title. I usually start with a cool title and go from there). So I thought that maybe just a picture with no words, let alone a thousand, would be just enough. This is after all a Drawing blog, with commentary throw in as filler only.
Well….I’ve had a few days to fully digest Stormy Daniels and her appearance on the 60 Minutes news show. I was waiting all week prior, just anticipating how juicy and salacious it was gonna be. What gaff, what new revelation would be made. Is The Donald doomed, finally gonna get his comeuppance by some bosom-matic porn star ? Hard to wait for the next exciting episode.
What a bust! [Not her over-sized boobs, which just can’t be natural, and in reality, make her look like a freak of nature, not to mention the serious back-aches carrying them things ], but what a big nothing. A one night fling, with a 60 year old guy she didn’t particularly find attractive, nor more than a run of the mill lover. The Stormstress just found herself in a bad situation, knew what was coming, and like the professional she was, just
sucked it up faced the music. That was it. She was no victim, just wanted to clear her good name.
I was disappointed. She did a good job. I found her believable. But found myself wanting more, and a little pissed that I’d been ‘led on’ into focusing my attention, and what I allow into my mind, on Donald trump and his daily antics yet once again. Will it ever end?
Lapidation is another word for stoning, like when convicted law violators were stoned as punishment (usually for adultery). Today, getting stoned has a totally different meaning. [I love finding new obscure words, so when I’m sitting in my recliner listening to music with headphones on (no ear-buds for me), drawing in a sketchbook and writing blog posts, and The Wife asks me, “Are you stoned again?” I can reply, “Why no sweetheart, just a little lapidated”.]
Stoning was a pretty harsh punishment, especially for one who was a probation officer for thirty years; we only got to throw ‘the book’ at people. Stoning was a community event. Everybody got to participate. That way no one individual took the blame for the killing. “Hey, I only threw a rock”, was a common rejoinder. Jesus allowed only those who were without blame to throw the first stone. Guess ya had to be someone very special to go to the front of the line. Being first isn’t that big a deal anyway. it’s the last guy (or gal) who casts the final stone that really counts. Kinda like being the straw that broke the camel’s back except a lot heavier. The first ‘caster’ probably isn’t gonna do much damage, unless he’s a good shot. It’s the last guy who gets to teach the adulterer a lesson they’ll never forget. The first shall be last, and the last shall be first!
I wonder if we’re ever gonna build a wall between the U.S. and Mexico. If we do, and that could sure take a long time cause Mexico has to save up a lot of pesos to pay for it, I sure hope it looks like the one in my drawing. This is how it would look from the Mexican side. A lot of enticements to come on over. Hot Dog Man has a lot to offer, but only if ya come legally. So ya better watch-out or ya might end up behind bars.
What if this is how the wall would look like from the American side, like somewhere in Texas. Senior Hot Dog Mon unleashing all these foreign objects over the wall. Pretty scary! And…What if the wall wasn’t meant to keep them out , but to keep us in?