Sunday, May 1, 2016

A Limited Appearance

***Yeah, I know. I haven't been around much. Same ol' reason. :-)

***Indiana's primary is Tuesday. I'm hoping against hope that Cruz wins and stays alive.

***Obama to press at Press Club Dinner: "Thanks for working side by side with me." Oh, they've done much more than that. They've covered for your skinny butt from day one.

***Animals get their own bathrooms at JFK airport. Oh, for heaven's sake.

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why did i come in here

Been there, done that.

***ISIS attacks kill 32 in southern Iraq. From our news outlets? Crickets. Thank you, clueless Obama voter.

Two suicide car bombs claimed by ISIS killed at least 32 people and wounded 75 others in the center of the southern Iraqi city of Samawa on Sunday, police and medics said.
The first blast was near a local government building and the second one about 65 yards away at a bus station, police sources said. The death toll was expected to keep rising.
Unverified online photographs showed a large plume of smoke rising above the buildings as well as burnt out cars and bodies on the ground at the site of one of the blasts, including several children. Police and firefighters carried victims on stretchers and in their arms.
ISIS said it had attacked a gathering of special forces in Samawa, 140 miles south of the capital, with one car bomb and then blew up the second when security forces responded to the site.

They are brazen, practically daring Obama to do something about it, because they know he won't.

***If Trump doesn't get to 1237, here's how Cruz wins at the Convention. I hope, for the sake of America, this happens.

***When asked for his name by the coffee shop clerk, my brother-in-law answered, “Marc, with a C.” Minutes later, he was handed his coffee with his name written on the side: Cark.

***To a brain wearied by the din of the city, the clatter of wheels, the jingle of street cars, the discord of bells, the cries of venders, the ear-splitting whistles of factory and shop, how refreshing is the heavenly stillness of the country! To the soul tortured by the sight of ills it cannot cure, wrongs it cannot right, and sufferings it cannot relieve, how blessed to be alone with nature, with trees living free, unfettered lives, and flowers content each in its native spot, with brooks singing of joy and good cheer, with mountains preaching divine peace and rest! ~Olive Thorne Miller, "Tramps with an Enthusiast," The Atlantic Monthly, May 1895  #hsp

 

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