It will come down to the old white men in the donkey party. Bernie and Joe, toe to toe, with Joe suggesting that they host a push-up competition to decide who the nominee is. I suggest a geography quiz or even a spelling bee.
It’s a pity that Nancy (Nasty) Pelosi isn’t running for president. It would make the whole thing so much more fun. She and Liz Warren could have a dance off to see who would remain in the contest.
* There are a lot of people who are blaming President Trump for killing a terrorist. Shouldn’t they be blaming the missile?
I don’t think that you can fight fires without having an association. And in rural Arizona, it means that the association will have a conference. And where better to have the conference than in…Nevada? “Ok” I said and so, that’s this coming weekend. Because there is a lot of rural country in Arizona, there are a lot of small fire districts. I will be there, hob-nobbing with the great and near great. I am not that well referenced when it comes to the bureaucratic underpinnings of the state fire business (that’s putting out fires, not starting them). There is a lot to learn.
|LL – on the rubber
You see, even though I started out life living in a very small, rural corner of America, I’ve lived my adult life in various cities and there is a difference. Since the White Wolf Mine, where I now live, is located within a fire district, it seemed incumbent on me to join the effort at some level. I was never one of those kids who wanted to ride the engine and ring the bell, and there was no itch to scratch in that regard. (If there had been a stealth, camo engine with guns and a missile launcher on it, with jihadis to kill, that would have been different.) Thus election to the District Board seemed the way to give back. And there I am. I wonder whether or not I’ll get a t-shirt, ball cap and a mug with my registration fee?