A Quick Calculation:

There are still way too many people who think this cretin was a great president. He was a fraud, an actor playing a president on the world stage; someone who had writers compose pretty lines of memorable prose for the electorate to remember him by: a “breath of fresh air,” a “leader to brighter days.” In reality, he willingly sold this country a bill of goods on the future, while leading the 1% - 10% earners to astronomical heights of prosperity and letting the working and lower classes flounder and sink. As with Nixon, he should have been punished for Iran Contra, with G.H.W. Bush for his part in pardoning participants in that, as W. Bush should have been punished for leading us falsely into Iraq, and as Trump should have been punished for a laundry list of crimes. Punishing Nixon and Reagan would have provided a lesson of the rule of law and possibly deterred the next presidents from crimes. By avoiding any penalty for wrongdoing, it opened the door for 1) doing more crimes later; and 2) made the notion of “equal justice under the law” a farce. Note that while Reagan was ripping off the Social Security account, later W. Bush stole $1.37B from it to fund his war in Iraq. The top elected officials stealing from Social Security are now better than bank robbers, for they’re stealing from the account because “that’s where the money is.”

Ronald Reagan raised so little tax revenues, and spent so much as President, he had to STEAL from the Social Security fund and left a big, fat Republican IOU.

Republicans stole, now claim the social security fund is low. Unbelievable.

# Backup voices for “The Sound of Philadelphia,” by MFSB (1974)

The Three Degrees (1974)

Happy New Year to you!! 🎉🌹🐇🎈🍹

Where I am from New Years means one thing only, for better or worse. And because it falls on a Sunday the parade won’t happen til tomorrow. So it doesn’t really feel like New Years at all, in a way. In any case, I raise my (imaginary) glass of the driest champagne I can find (I have drunk far too much lovely wine in the last week - we went on a dreamy little vacation after Xmas and I need to dry out for a while) and wish you all THE HAPPIEST OF NEW YEARS!😺💗🌼🌸🌺

You have so many wonderful posts, and many others and I enjoy them. Likewise, I enjoy what you have to say, as I’m old, this world is going to the kids gradually, and I want them to change it for the better; it’s the only planet we’ve got. Please speak out as frequently as you would like!

Always ask yourself WHY someone tries to convince you not to vote or that your vote “doesn’t count”. What does anybody gain by not voting? What have you done for the world by not voting?

The people sitting in puddles of negativity saying DO NOT EXERCISE YOUR RIGHTS are free to sit in their puddles. But who gains by being dragged into their dark puddle?

Why so you people care if we vote? Why do you need to convince others to “give up”? What is YOUR big plan to fix this? How does negative apathy change the dystopia you love to moan about? Yes, you are so much smarter and cooler and harder and edgier than the rest of us for folding your arms and refusing to participate. Good for you. Live your lives inside a dark, hopeless cloud if you like but please stop trying to keep others from enjoying the sunshine of positive action💗

I didn’t have a proper Hope chest, but I did have this chest - my pride and joy. Others may say that it is a little Hope chest, and then say that there is little hope for me.

I know what you’re saying, and yeah, it’s cold. Damn cold sometimes. But I’ve made my decision long before you wrote this. When I came up to Minnesota 45 years ago to go to grad school, I fell in love with the state all over again. And I stayed up there for seven more years trying to get a job. When I was down to my last $50, I had to leave, and I’ve been trying to get back since then. Before leaving, I endured days of -100 wind chill, another day when it was -36 and blizzards. These were the more worse conditions; it doesn’t include ice, snow storms or days below zero. That’s why you’ve got to be tough. On the opposite side, I’ve twice done time in Florida, the U.S. version of Hell, where days/months of 90 degrees on end are the norm. Like it hot? Come down and see how you like it. I hate it. When I first did time in Florida, it was around Ft. Lauderdale, which is 10 1/2 months of Hell and 6 weeks of Near Hell. I’d open my car door after a day of work and thought I would spontaneously combust. I escaped then after 8 years, spent 5 years out and then met a wonderful, smart and lovely woman - who lived in Florida. Glad I never said I’d never go back we got married, worked, retired and after 20 years, I convinced my wife that we needed four seasons in our lives, and she seemed ready. But life has a few tricks up its sleeve, and one of them is that after 33 years of suffering from CNS Lupus, she passed away on September 1. She won’t physically be with me when I move back to Minnesota, but she’ll be with me spiritually and in my heart, in a place she never got to see except through my descriptions. You bet I’m coming, for both of us, and it will probably be the most remote place you can find on the map of the state. After 38 years of trying to get back, it’s going to happen, for me, for us.

This is a psa: do NOT move to minnesota

I don’t care how much you think the cold is sweet and nice and “~Oooo layers and hot chocolate!!~”. Don’t do it. Your definition of the word “cold” has been lost to time and willful ignorance. “Do you prefer hot or cold?” They ask. “Cold.” You say. It’s an obvious answer. “You can always add more layers but you can only get so naked.” Fool. -40 doesn’t care about your perceptions. You are inside a heated house. you are wearing three layers of sweatshirts and your fuzziest socks. there are thirty blankets crushing you and you can no longer move or breathe but the cold is so bone deep that you feel it coming from inside of you. You bundle up in your aesthetic jackets and cute beanies and you go outside. You’ve made it four steps before the icy wind stabs the back of your throat in revenge for underestimating it. You go back inside and you keep adding layers. Still, deep under so many heavy jackets and wool socks, your extremities burn with the cold by the time you get to your car. when you get where you’re going you look like you rolled out of a bed in the middle of lake superior. you probably did. it’s minnesota.

“It’s only three months!!” Fool. Dumb of ass. Winter is a greedy mistress. She steals the young spring months like fucking rumpelstiltskin. You won’t see dirt until May. Possibly June. if you think I’m exaggerating then there’s still hope for you. She impatiently swallows your Halloween and Thanksgiving. You see the famed colored leaves for one (1) week.  Your perception is completely altered. Is twenty degrees cold? I don’t know anymore. I thought it was kinda warm. I’ve heard i’m wrong.

You do not want this bitter mistress. She will chew up your naivety and spit it back in your face. Stay blissfully ignorant. Don’t let her draw you in. This is hell frozen over.

I received Dixie (6) for a Christmas gift in 1961, while my brother received Pixie. I don’t know what happened to Pixie - the last I saw of him was over 30 years ago and he was looking pretty rough - but I still have Dixie almost 61 years later. He’s a little worn but he’s still doing good.

The bad news is that she was all the ignorance necessary to make a mess of the department; the good news is that gravel pits are hard to come by in Washington D.C..

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Puppy killer.

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Odd that the party who was bitching about “cancel culture” is finding so many things to cancel. When they’re not canceling things like people, educational courses, bodily sovereignty, beer, department stores, words, companies that speak out, things they can’t define (like “woke”), etc. they’ll whine like air raid sirens about things they don’t like…. Okay, for that party, it’s not odd.

I’d be grim if I had her last name.

She is the definition of grim, isn’t she? Not selling me on these cookies.