She could perform the Bhangra dance with le petit Justin, the reason why we need a wall along our border with the Great White North: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8ypraEielc
Another victim of the failed “war on drugs”. Build the wall and kill all drug dealers who specialize in coke and meth. Just line ’em up and shoot ’em.
Dan KoernerMarch 7, 2019, 8:55 AM
+1 on Jack’s comment. I’d like to add heroin to the coke and meth he mentioned. Biggest manufacturer of heroin? Mexico. Biggest producer of heroin’s raw ingredient? Afghanistan. Build the wall/ border security and get out of Afghanistan, Mr. President. Stop the kabuki theater/ pro-wrestling show and get it done: https://heroin.net/types-of-heroin/by-area-of-origin/
When my twins were wee toddlers, pushers moved into the apartment below us. As we immediately found out, law is never on the side of the law abiding. We tried every legal remedy to have them removed. No success. Finally, opportunity came knocking when the old lady across the street died and her house stood empty. I only ventured out with the babies when the thugs were asleep…they stayed up all night and slept from sunrise to sunset.
And what a glorious opportunity for revenge it was.
The next door neighbor, Mr. Crotchety Old Gossip came out to rant about last night’s noise and I told him that the FBI had moved into the empty house across the street. But please don’t say anything. I wasn’t supposed to be talking about it.
Needless to say, the problem neighbors moved out that very hour.
She straddles the line between utterly free spirit and feral human. For her, lunacy would be a godsend.
RICHARD FRAUSTOMarch 8, 2019, 8:00 AM
Same bee gee song done to North Koreans marching. I get a perverted kick from watching the Nork women soldiers march.
Teri PittmanMarch 8, 2019, 12:33 PM
We had two tweaker friends die recently, boyfriend and girlfriend. He had heart problems, then a heart attack. He died over a year ago. She died this fall. She had a stroke, major brain bleed at the base of her brain. Nothing they could do. You can’t overdose on meth, you know. It seems to be hard for folks to give up
MissyMarch 8, 2019, 2:14 PM
A new definition of eternity (besides two people and a baked ham) is sitting, jammed against a window seat, next to a tweaker on a 5 1/2 hour flight. Tweaker girl, all decked out in what looked like army issue long johns, no coat in January, no carryons, and complicated, bondage looking boots, alternated between banging her head on her tray table and flipping her waist length hair up and over her head, jabbing me every so often or so with her elbow while doing this. While it was tragic in an abstract way, it was also very disturbing and frightening and seemed like it w et on for eternity. The flight crew did nothing, hoping, I think, not to escalate the situation. This is the new, horrible normal.
EMTs will finally quit reviving people and just say …after the third time trying…on your way then. Somewhere down the line some star chamber is going to sentence these people to disappear.
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My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
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Can’t leave it alone
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To carry it on
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Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
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Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
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Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
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Until I see
My shining light
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I could have done without all of that.
Thanks.
Made me laugh.
She could perform the Bhangra dance with le petit Justin, the reason why we need a wall along our border with the Great White North: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8ypraEielc
That’s just sad.
Instantly went from funny to sad.
Another victim of the failed “war on drugs”. Build the wall and kill all drug dealers who specialize in coke and meth. Just line ’em up and shoot ’em.
+1 on Jack’s comment. I’d like to add heroin to the coke and meth he mentioned. Biggest manufacturer of heroin? Mexico. Biggest producer of heroin’s raw ingredient? Afghanistan. Build the wall/ border security and get out of Afghanistan, Mr. President. Stop the kabuki theater/ pro-wrestling show and get it done:
https://heroin.net/types-of-heroin/by-area-of-origin/
When my twins were wee toddlers, pushers moved into the apartment below us. As we immediately found out, law is never on the side of the law abiding. We tried every legal remedy to have them removed. No success. Finally, opportunity came knocking when the old lady across the street died and her house stood empty. I only ventured out with the babies when the thugs were asleep…they stayed up all night and slept from sunrise to sunset.
And what a glorious opportunity for revenge it was.
The next door neighbor, Mr. Crotchety Old Gossip came out to rant about last night’s noise and I told him that the FBI had moved into the empty house across the street. But please don’t say anything. I wasn’t supposed to be talking about it.
Needless to say, the problem neighbors moved out that very hour.
Excellent, Jewel; not to mention, Outstanding!
She straddles the line between utterly free spirit and feral human. For her, lunacy would be a godsend.
Same bee gee song done to North Koreans marching. I get a perverted kick from watching the Nork women soldiers march.
We had two tweaker friends die recently, boyfriend and girlfriend. He had heart problems, then a heart attack. He died over a year ago. She died this fall. She had a stroke, major brain bleed at the base of her brain. Nothing they could do. You can’t overdose on meth, you know. It seems to be hard for folks to give up
A new definition of eternity (besides two people and a baked ham) is sitting, jammed against a window seat, next to a tweaker on a 5 1/2 hour flight. Tweaker girl, all decked out in what looked like army issue long johns, no coat in January, no carryons, and complicated, bondage looking boots, alternated between banging her head on her tray table and flipping her waist length hair up and over her head, jabbing me every so often or so with her elbow while doing this. While it was tragic in an abstract way, it was also very disturbing and frightening and seemed like it w et on for eternity. The flight crew did nothing, hoping, I think, not to escalate the situation. This is the new, horrible normal.
EMTs will finally quit reviving people and just say …after the third time trying…on your way then. Somewhere down the line some star chamber is going to sentence these people to disappear.