April 12, 2021

Rounding up rowdy raccoons

Monday, Monday, as the Mamas and Pappas sang, it was all I hoped it would be. It is with promise we greet the new week. Then I look at the news and see this week is just another crappy page on the calendar. 

The *administration still has no clue on the border. 

What part of “shall not be infringed” is ambiguous? 

We are all racists. Except for that BLM exec who has leveraged her million dollar plus salary into some prime real estate a long way from those crime ridden neighborhoods she wants to “fix”. 

Indiana health officials are blaming our modest spike in Wuhan flu cases on anything and everything except inviting tens of thousands of basketball fans from around the country for the NCAA Men’s Tourney. 

I don’t look for racism under every rock,  but is there any doubt that Army Officer in Virginia was pulled over and pepper sprayed solely for driving while black? And for the record coppers, the dude cannot undue his seat belt nor open the door while holding his hands out of the car. And no, it is not unreasonable to ask why you are being pulled over without a gun being stuck in your face. This is not about officer safety, rather power. While I’m on that soapbox, the swat team isn’t needed to keep a restaurant closed in Burbank, either. 

I have the day off. I need it. I’m sore all over today. 

Charlie was installing a new door and found that one of the hinges was missing. He asked his wife Mary if she would go to Home Depot and pick up a hinge. Mary agreed to go. While she was waiting for the manager to finish serving a customer, her eye caught a beautiful bathroom faucet.

When the manager was finished, Mary asked him, “How much is that faucet?” The manager replied, “That’s a gold plated faucet and the price is $500.00. Mary exclaimed, “My goodness, that is a very expensive faucet. It’s certainly out of my price bracket.”

She then proceeded to describe the hinge that Charlie had sent her to buy. The manager said that he had them in stock and went into the storeroom to get one. From the storeroom the manager yelled. “Ma’am, do you wanna screw for the hinge. Mary paused for a moment and then shouted back,

No, but I will for the faucet.”

That is why you read the whole post, my friends.

Have a great Monday, Monday

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