Back to work. It’s time to get a haircut, shave, throw on a suit and descend to the land of crazy people and solve some of the world’s problems (for profit). No more mountain lakes, air that smells of pines and gurgling clear streams, teeming with hungry trout.
Things have gone to pot since I left the fetid inner city, built a hovel, and moved to the White Wolf Mine. The old rule of thumb was always that you didn’t leave the kids matches and gasoline when you left home. It appears that rule went out the window.
Onward to Thunderdome for a day or so.
It’s Sunday, write your own sermon if you’d like. Blaze away.
A few things to consider-
I know it’s depressing. The only thing that Barack Obama could hang his hat on, the only record that he set during the eight miserable years that he held office, was record sales of guns and ammo. And that might be beaten by BLM. Now the moniker, “ZERO” that Obama wore like a crown will fit even better.
John Wayne is definitely unpopular with the ‘woke’ crowd.