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| would be assassin, Ryan Wesley Routh in Kyiv, Ukraine in 2022 |
And of course the looney tunes perp is a democrat:
The only ones who still think they're on the level are the dems, and why not? They're both playing for the same team.
...into serving as a propaganda mouthpiece for their communist regime.
My thermometer tells me it's still summer...
...with temps pushing 90 degrees in the 3rd week of September.
...and it's about time.
As The Bard of Avon...
That's it, I'm putting a stop to this senseless palavering.
Thankfully it remained south of his neighborhood, so he and his are safe and sound.
Unfortunately, this happened before the FBI and Secret Service finished burying evidence and falsifying reports for the 1st attempt.
You can imagine how busy they're going to be now.
Even if they did release information in a timely fashion, who'd believe them?
The only ones who still think they're on the level are the dems, and why not? They're both playing for the same team.
From what we've learned to date it's clear Routh is both the poster boy for <BlueAnon>, and a cautionary tale about the dangers of a biased media <recklessly demonizing political candidates>, all wrapped up into one big bundle of radicalized democrat paranoia.
In spite of their obvious culpability, don't hold your breath waiting for a sudden flowering of repentant self-awareness amongst the propaganda arm of the DNC.
Who did the mainstream media blame for this new attempt on Trump's life?
That's right; according the The Dolt, it's Trump's fault deranged democrats want to kill him.
He brought it on himself by saying all those mean things about <Haitians overruning Springfield, Ohio>.
Why, Trump even put schools and hospitals in danger of being bombed!
One problem with Lester Dolt's (and Dana Bash's and every other left wing half wit masquerading as a journalist's) narrative:
According the governor of Ohio, <all those bomb threats are hoaxes>, originating from overseas.
But what would you expect from "America's Most Trusted Anchor"?
This is the moron who was fooled in 2018 by the North Koreans...
...into serving as a propaganda mouthpiece for their communist regime.
Somehow this incompetent boob still has a job and is still lying through his dentures, still shilling for the party of death and deceit.
Remember, when you're looking for genuine, top shelf, 100% pure Guano de Toro, turn to:
May God in heaven have mercy on us.
My thermometer tells me it's still summer...
...with temps pushing 90 degrees in the 3rd week of September.
In spite of this unpleasant development - or perhaps because of it - we welcomed Fall to the Castle Frankenstein:
...and it's about time.
I'm starting to feel cheated out of my favorite month.
I like September mornings in the 50's and afternoons in the mid 60's to low 70's.
While the days are definitely getting shorter, September weather is nowhere to be found.
Absent any glorious fall weather, for now we'll just have to make do with autumn decor.
But I'm not going to be happy if we skip over my favorite season and go straight from 85 degrees down to 50.
And yes, I would like some cheese...
...to go with my w(h)ine.
As The Bard of Avon...
...might have opined in the 16th century:
"Ah Hick'ry Golf! At which hour shall I ev'r mast'r thee?"
Endured a sound drubbing on the links this week, and I've just about decided my match play scoring system of "par wins, bogey halves, double bogey+ loses" is a little above my pay grade.
I do normally snag a par or 2 during a round...today I even carded a birdie on #3:
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| dropped that 15 footer for birdie; I know...I'm scared, too. |
But I also usually manage to foozle my way to 2 or 3 double bogeys with nauseating regularity, which means pretty much every round is either a loss or a draw.
Not that it really matters...there's no money involved, no one witnesses it (much to my/their delight), my employer neither knows nor cares how I fare on yon links, and my wife still loves me as long as I don't bore her with the details.
The actual results are what they are, but when I walk away telling myself -
"2 pars, 4 bogeys, 3 double bogeys...I won, 3 up"
- it just feels better than -
"2 wins, 4 no scores, 3 losses...I lost, 1 down"
Yes, it's little more than some emotional sleight of hand, but it might be time to run up the white flag of surrender...
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| me, looking for my ball in the actual bunker on #8 |
...admit defeat and revert to my original match play scoring system.
Oh, the answer to that Elizabethan enigma posed above?
"At which hour Hades doth lid itself with frost."
That's it, I'm putting a stop to this senseless palavering.
It's 23 Skidoo...
...or bust!
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| yet another reason why we can't let the dems cheat their way to a win |
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| only in blue states |
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| a co-worker shared these pics from his recent trip to Italy. |
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| they're from the ravello region... |
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| ...and so pretty they almost look like a movie maker's dream sequence. |
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| and speaking of making movies...came across this in storage recently: my Panasonic Super VHS camcorder. used it when my guys made the playoffs, so their highlight videos would be a little higher quality. good times. |
As you scurry for the exits...
scurry /skûr′ē, skŭr′ē/
intransitive verb
- To go with light running steps; scamper.
- To flurry or swirl about.
- To hasten away or along; to move rapidly; to hurry."the rabbit
scurried away" - ...consider this:
A friend from California sent me these pics he took of smoke caused by <the airport fire>.
Thankfully it remained south of his neighborhood, so he and his are safe and sound.
However, not everyone was so fortunate, making this a stark reminder of the fragile hold we have on life -
- and the importance of being reconciled to our Creator through faith in <His Son>.
later, mcm fans...
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