Donald Trump misses me
Hey happy day, I made the “special donor” list for the MAGA campaign.
Of course I did. I’m a white, baby boomer, male living in the reddest republican district in the reddish-purple state of Arizona.
I've been a journalist, teacher, instructional designer, project manager, product manager, business guy... Veteran of the married life for 30-something years. Sort of helped raise one boy to be decent adult. Here to spread my bullshit and read what others have to say.
Hey happy day, I made the “special donor” list for the MAGA campaign.
Of course I did. I’m a white, baby boomer, male living in the reddest republican district in the reddish-purple state of Arizona.
Believe it or not, I’ve had some friends who are Libertarians.
Yeah I know — hard to believe I had friends and harder to believe they would be right-wing nut jobs.
It hadn’t rained in Tucson for 50 days and 50 nights. The first time it did, my fucked up tennis friends “ran away” like they were being chased by a killer rabbit.
Just because you are wrapped in two tons of steel and plastic doesn’t mean you get to run over anything that slightly annoys you — especially a fat biker just out for a ride.
I know they are trying to be helpful and sell me a little something I might need, but these god damn articles about “marketing” my blog just sound fucking stupid when applied to this “Bullshit.”
I don’t trust people who don’t cuss — those fuckers are hiding something.
I’ve been a journalist and an English teacher, and I can tell you some of what we shove down kids’ throats as “grammar” is bullshit.
Last year the Bear and I went to see Lewis Black in San Diego — we won’t be going back.
It’s not the cost of tickets, or the airfare, or the hotel. My ass is used to getting screwed by them.
Recently I noticed a small thing about the Bear that has been driving me a bit crazy.
Whenever she refers to any thing about me or the things I like, she always adds this one adjective.
My little witness-protection friend may have to change his nickname. His “real” name is Ed Vegas — or so he says, but how many “Venezuelans” have the last name Vegas?
That’s the US Marshal’s office laughing their ass off as they make fake names for each Colombian drug lord they turn.
You would never know from reading this Bullshit, but I have a secret. I’m a registered Republican in the state of Arizona.
Some old white guys hate taxes and never want to fund government research. Some old white guys are fucking idiots.
These goddamn pendejos from Tucson have taken body shaming to a whole fucking new level.
This time we were renting a few days with the 1% in the LJBTC community. Fuck Disneyland, the LJBTC is the happiest place on earth.
About 20 years ago, I heard red wine is good for you. Probably bullshit, but that doesn’t keep me from drinking 2-3 bottles a month.
And not that good red wine either. I drink the cheap shit — straight from Trader Joes. Get ready to bend down low, because my bottles are on the bottom shelf.
It’s an instinct that probably goes back to our days chasing mammoths over a cliff. Cyclists see another rider ahead and do everything they can to pass that bastard.