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Welp, it looks like we’re getting a general election over here. On the 4th of July, no less!

Not sure what Sunak is thinking. He is emphatically not a popular politician and he will probably be the death of his party. Absolutely nobody voted for him. Not even members of his own party. He got the top job through some kind of dark WEF fiddle. No-one’s knows.

“Wet” by the way is kind of the British word for RINO.

Absolutely everyone running is a piece of shit and I despair. I think I’ll write in Donald Trump.

Other’n that, nothing to report. Wednesday is my day off and I spent it in the comfy chair watching YouTubes with titles like “the 10 creepiest last minutes caught on camera” and “Pet Owners Share The Most Ridiculous Reason They Had To Bring Their Pet To The Vet”.

Folks, I was born for this life.


Comment from ExpressoBold Pureblood
Time: May 22, 2024, 8:31 pm

Try “cruising” or “sail cruising”…

Couples sailing all over The Med, the Adriatic, the Aegean, and crossing the Atlantic are entertaining as hell!

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: May 22, 2024, 9:56 pm

You’ve got me itchin’ now for something to mega-binge on.

Suggestion: when there’s nobody on the ballot you can stomach you might do as I do. I write in Ragnar Danneskjold.

(But I use Ragnar only because Francisco Domingo Carlos Andrés Sebastián d’Anconia doesn’t fit in the little blank space.)

Comment from Veeshir
Time: May 23, 2024, 12:16 am

I’ve been bingeing on people listening to classic rock for the first time.
Shaq something or other, I heard I should listen to the band Lienerd Skienerd Free Bird. He’s my favorite, he gets into the lyrics.
There’s a black guy in Britain who never heard of Led Zeppelin.
It’s like hearing those songs for the first time all over.

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: May 23, 2024, 3:33 pm

After killing ourselves using a walk behind brush-hog yesterday out in Napsalot today I’m relaxing watching the acrobatics of our squirrel guests; hanging upside down to eat from a feeder she’s too big to climb on and wrestling with the squirrel proof ( it is) tin house bird feeder.

Ain’t no place for them to dig their claws in so they try balancing on the steel roof and it gets loud and exciting for a few seconds when they make a wrong move.

They are persistent little goobers but they constantly flush the whitewings, blackbirds and mourning doves with their dramatic failures.

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