Reblog this on the first of the month for good luck all month long!
As bald men might say, “Grass doesn’t grow on a busy street,” referencing their hairless head.
I say, “Grass doesn’t grow in cement, either,” referencing their hairless head.
Having failed to twist GOP arms hard enough to get Matt (Breathalyzer Boy) Gaetz into the Attorney General job, don-OLD trump has turned to a Golden Oldie for the job: Pam Bondi, former Attorney General for Florida. Bondi reached national notoriety for being in the position to join a lawsuit against Trump University for grifting citizens out of their hard-earned money to learn how to invest in real estate. Associating with this “university” (if by “university” you mean a non-accredited fake school run by a group of people interested in getting money out of students) would cost prospective land barons $1,495 for seminars up to a $35,000 "Gold Elite" program. When confronted with this suit against the Republican candidate for president, Ms. Bondi decided that the $25,000 offered by the future crook-in-chief would soothe the conflict between her job as the attorney of the people and not ruffling the feathers of the leader of her party.
So, if we have someone who can be bribed so easily in a position where bribery can be made, what other decisions will Ms. Bondi overlook – or perhaps look too hard – to increase her personal wealth?
But there is a more humorous aspect to Bondi being in Washington, D.C.: her former main squeeze, Rick Scott, serves as senator for Florida. Back when Bondi and Scott were in Tallahassee, there were strong rumors of the two canoodling on the sly, ending only as both moved on from state governance. Indeed, we have this picture of Scott leering at Bondi:
What a smooth operator.
It’s bad enough that we have shady people filling positions in this new administration, including someone willing to take bribes (not to mention rapists), but we should consider passing a law that prospective lawmakers prove that they were born on this planet, to avoid aliens like Rick Scott from getting elected:
# Backup voices for “The Sound of Philadelphia,” by MFSB (1974)
The Three Degrees (1974)
I’ve felt this excited going to bed at times myself.
Bunny enjoying his new bed
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I didn’t have a proper Hope chest, but I did have this chest - my pride and joy. Others may say that it is a little Hope chest, and then say that there is little hope for me.
Happy New Year to you!! 🎉🌹🐇🎈🍹
Where I am from New Years means one thing only, for better or worse. And because it falls on a Sunday the parade won’t happen til tomorrow. So it doesn’t really feel like New Years at all, in a way. In any case, I raise my (imaginary) glass of the driest champagne I can find (I have drunk far too much lovely wine in the last week - we went on a dreamy little vacation after Xmas and I need to dry out for a while) and wish you all THE HAPPIEST OF NEW YEARS!😺💗🌼🌸🌺
Why, thank you so much! That’s very kind of you! Had to get on here and see what kind of Christmas posts you had and as usual, they are excellent! Your site here is the best on Tumblr and gives internet sites a run for their money, too. Here, I’m toasting you with a glass of eggnog at my bar:
Happy Holidays, @arcticbunn -love it when I see you hop by🎁💚🥂❤️⭐️🎅
I was really into the 1972 Olympics - watched them in between college classes, cheered on my favorites and enjoyed it all … until these savages murdered the 11 Israelis. Then Harriman said that the games would go on. Politics had invaded the Olympics. I was turned off of the spectacle after that - saw some of the 1976 Olympics, but haven’t watched them since. Politics had taken over the games, as seen in 1980 and 1984, and they haven’t been the same since 1972.
The Munich massacre was a terrorist attack carried out during the 1972 Summer Olympics in Munich, West Germany, by eight members of the Palestinian militant organization Black September. The militants infiltrated the Olympic Village, killed two members of the Israeli Olympic team, and took nine others hostage, who were later killed after a failed rescue attempt.
I can’t say no, the li’l bean is way too cute!
How can anyone say no to this lil bean???
Every night you dream that you talk to a genie, when you wake up you can't remember what you wished for. One morning you wake up with a giant crab pincer replacing your right arm. What do you do?
Amazed at the sight of my arm, I call out, “Hey genie, I know I was thinking about having some crab for dinner, but it’d be cannibalism to have some now.”