Voice for Reason

Live oaks starting to shed leaves. Air softer, warmer. Next thing you know, drop of sweat on the end of your nose.

BTW, my pronouns are: Oh fucking hell no, you fucking 19th Century Repube hypocrite nanny assholes.

The white throated sparrows are gone, and the female goldfinches are coming through. The great numbers of buzzards have moved on, and I am not filling my seed feeders three times a day. Only two. Next thing you know, catbirds and turtles.

Ukraine! Punch holes in every asset you can reach in Belarus. Go ahead and do it. You waited while the fucking Ruskies assembled in Belarus a year ago. Don’t let the motherfuckers fucking do it a-fucking-gain! Get them while they are all lined fucking up! It saves ammo!

There is no such thing as too much ammunition, unless it is in the hands of your enemies. Word…

If your objective is to howl at the moon, and there is no visible moon, what do you do?

Howl. There’s a moon somewhere…

Way too many memes, way too many…

Too many memes for a single day. Valenruary? ‘Tineruary? Quit stalin, make it happen!

In fond memory of St Valentine, I shout out for love, caring, and charity. Happy Valentine’s Day!

re Ukraine, where the fuck are the fucking Warthogs? Fuck! Just askin… Specifically designed as an armored vehicle’s worst nightmare, mothballed instead of updated, wtf? Every remaining fragment of every remaining Warthog, and every round of tank killer ammo should be in Ukraine. Those folks can figure it out.

I was wrong about the goldfinches having peaked. Lotsa. Bless em. Hope they all get where they are headed.

Excuse # 1 (at our age): You know, sometimes it just goes blank. No puff of smoke. No nuttin. Just blank…