Just Desserts

Columbia University finally did something about the criminals taking over the campus and called in the cops. The ones who occupied the building should be additionally charged with taking hostages since they would not let the workers in the building go for thirty or forty minutes. 

We are about to find out if the prosecutor in Manhattan believes in the rule of law or only if it applies to Republicans. 

I think we know the answer to that. 

Time

It is time to crack some hate-filled heads on college campuses across the nation. 

History says this kind of hate leads to terrible things. 

Hey Jews, how’s that voting “D” working out for you?

Oh, maybe the alphabet LGBQRSTUV folks also supporting these riots should take a long and hard look at Islam’s position on homosexuality. 

Do I need to point out it was Hamas that started this war?

I really hope this years Democrat convention becomes a rerun of 1968. I don’t think any of the current leaders have the true-believer makeup if the Chicago Seven. A trial would hurt their feelings. 

My brother was the milkman’s kid*

Better than nothing:

*My dad was a milkman 

Party Time

We are off to the Golden Ghetto* this afternoon for our youngest granddaughter’s fifth birthday party. It will be a Taylor Swift themed affair. She and her sister are into all things Taylor these days, like a lot of people. She also digs Bluey. I said she was five. 

After the party she has a soccer game. It is going to be a busy day. 

Her actual Birthday is next week. The party with her friends is today, so don’t get confused if I inadvertently mention another birthday later. 

The good news it is supposed to be a warm day with temps pushing into the eighties. I can live with that. 

Have a great Sunday. 

*The Golden Ghetto is how a good friend of mine, who grew up there, refers to one of the more affluent northern suburbs, the one with countless roundabouts, if you want to figure it out. Me? No, I don’t live there. I live over in one of the modest communities in the suburb of Mudsock , to the east. 

Banned from Walgreens

The other day I went over to a nearby Pharmacy.

When I got there, I went straight to the back of the Store to where the Pharmacists Counter is located.

I took out my little brown bottle along with a teaspoon and laid them both onto the counter.

The Pharmacist came over smiled and asked if he could help me.

I said:

Yes! Could you please taste this for me?”

Being I’m a Senior Citizen, I guess the Pharmacist just went along with me.

He picked up the spoon and put a tiny bit of the liquid on his tongue and swilled it around.

Then with a stomach-churning look on his face he spit it out on the floor and began coughing.

When he finally was finished, I looked him right in the eye asked:

Now, does that taste sweet to you?”

The Pharmacist, shaking his head back and forth with a venomous look in his eyes yelled:

HELL NO!!!”

So I said:

Oh thank God! That’s such a relief!

My Doctor told me to get a Pharmacist to test my Urine for sugar!”

Who’s Da Man?

So much white space, so few words dancing in my head to fill it.  

Really, I have nothing to say. I am certain you find that hard to believe. Oh, I could run out some blah, blah about the weather. I could pretend we have an active social life. I could tell you my weekend plans: nothing interesting. I am simultaneously shocked and bored by the politics in our country. I am not sure you are waiting on my take on the NFL draft nor the state of things in the MLB. 

I’ve got nothing.

But wait! I have once again managed to scrape together a post complaining I have nothing to post about! 

Tada!

And I used lots of exclamation points! You know that means it’s important. 

And now for some Friday Music. Don’t listen Freddie!

Have a great Friday. 

Hoosier hysteria

 This is my favorite news story of the month.

“Harris reportedly went on to request that the substances be tested and indicated that she wanted to file charges against the individual who sold her the narcotics, court documents said.”

Bwha ha ha