I Truly Wonder If People Think This Kind Of Money Just Magically Appears. What I Wonder, Though, Is HOW

Death is on the move, greenlighted by the government in all its infinite, unwavering wisdom and intelligence. Remember: you can run, but you can't hide... Actually, you can just walk and you're probably elude these stormtroopers. Tip: just head for some stairs...

About Time (2013)

Random thought: do any of you folks share my sneaking suspicion that bugs that alight on your phone or computer screen are actually thrill seekers and not idiotic light fanatics? That they're just hoping for you to blast them with a rush of air from your mouth or hand, to shoo them away, so that they go on the baddest ass flight of their lives?

Just a random thought...

Peace, love and collard greens, y'all... yeah...I'm Southern... and a kilt-wearing Scotsman...

I love that this art lover chronicles art history, thusly sharing her or his knowledge and appreciation of art, artists, and the varying degrees of nuance, subtlety and life that art and its creators breathe in to the world. And the anecdotal send-up for this entry made me smile because it let me know that this contributor has passion for art and deliberately (and adroitly, I might add) sought out little known information about Hopper's benchmark masterpiece. Well done!

(So says a ridiculous artist and kook named Wes ...as well as a thousand other names...)

June 7th, 1942: Edward Hopper completes his best known painting, the seminal Nighthawks. When asked by a Chicago Tribute reporter about the philosophical meaning behind the diner having no clearly visible exits Hopper responded, “Shit. Fuck. I did it again. Goddamnit. Fuck. Not again. I did it again. Shit.” and slammed his hat on his leg.

The funny thing in this skit is that it is no longer funny. No, sadly, this is what life has become in a great many places...

You Woke?

What I think I might look like come Saturday, October 31st, 2020, at 12:02 AM, a single minute after the tolling of my 54th birthday. The roads of life are getting steeper, and my trucks are getting permanently looser... (Note: That's a skater reference.]

That is all. Let the decomposition begin...

They've been running their campaigns and quiet war for over 50 years using these tactics. And by 'they', I am referring to the military-industrial complex, the Shadow Government, The Deep State. If you think this is just wild conjecture, or conspiracy theory, or hysteria, please understand that Deep State denizens spread doubt forest on all things they have their hands on and in. Don't give in and don't capitulate to their attacks or demands, accusations, or threats. They're the ones running scared now, and we all know it. So let legacy media die, MSM wither, and propagandizing Leftists eat each other; the rest of us know, and we will resist forever.

Operation Northwoods...

What else have they done in the past that seems similar to this? 🤔

My favorite piece of outerwear: The I-love-me Jacket. Ahhhhh, good times!

(It's kinda like the thunder shirt they sell for doggos easily stressed and upset by thunderstorms and loud noises. I highly recommend and endorse these. Hmmmm... maybe there's a Shopify or Etsy specialty store in the near future...)

For My Red Queen

Are you awake, Red?

I am divided on your possible responses... I sigh in apprehension that I might have disturbed your blessed sleep, but hope that the curse that I am would have shaken you to widen those lashes...

The larger part of my fiery essence hopes you are awake, but the denser, smaller, and more dour condensed clouds of concern wish you to be deep in slumber... away from my toxins, my illness(es)

Either way, I'll greet the sun with reddened sclera and lyrics on my lips...

[My poetic gift to you this day, love...]

What do you serve as a side dish with this entree? Strained peas and carrots?