I was reading newsfeed this
morning, and wondering at the absolute break with reality across the board when
it comes to the demonrats instilling barak hussain obama’s warped – and frankly,
horrifying – {dream} that undermines America, and should scare the Hell out of
anyone with at least one functioning brain cell …
More obamanite insanity: COP KILLER SITS ON REFORM BOARD IN NYPD
Is no one doing background checks before seating people for
leadership positions?? More to the point: WHY are Americas allowing
this insanity to continue? (https://www.bluelinesupport.net/news-blog/slap-in-the-face-op-killer-56-who-shot-dead-a-father-of-four-nypd-officer-during-a-1981-robbery-in-queens-now-sits-on-advisory-panel-helping-to-reform-the-police-in-new-york-state?fbclid=IwAR0YkIk38NTn95mvwb0KNQNs3PrLHwWGo1eswYkM4NHYnAV3XGki69MkwuI)
The lunacy never ends since
obama’s third coup was forced upon Americans; and the world, at large, last November
(barak hussain obama is a resilient cancer that never goes away). America,
and Americas are in a very bad place – on every level of humanity and
civilization.
Before I could work up a furious
anger, I was asked if I’d like to join a friend for lunch at Red Lobster. It
sounded like fun, and I haven’t been to Red Lobster since it was established in
Kelso decades ago – so, I went 😊
The drive across town, and the slip
over the border from Longview into Kelso, went smoothly. Songbirds serenaded us
as we parked, and the lobsters in the live-lobster-tank begged us to spare them:
we did – we had salad and a bowl of clam chowder, with cheddar biscuits 😉
I got another phone call from a
friend in Wisconsin; and another invite to a luncheon downtown, next Thursday: I’m
going to have to clean house like a whirling dervish the next couple days, so
I don’t get the guilts being out of it as much as I am – and giving the dust
bunnies free rein in my absence. LOL
When I got back home, I saw that
my tiny daffodils had burst into bloom …
And I finished up the Angel Baby
Blanket I designed, and have been working on; that got trimmed with a nice
edging fit for a boy, using some of the fingering weight ombre baby yarn Bob
found for me at an estate sale we had gone to at the Fairgrounds, a few years
ago. It gave me a happy feeling knowing the yarn is being used, and will be
appreciated. There will be no great grandchildren for me, but I am funneling my
baby love towards another outlet. If Bob is watching me, he is in agreement 😉
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