Tell me Donald Trump has finally shot himself in the foot. The other night tv journalist Chris Matthews asked Mr. Trump, “If abortion was illegal, would you jail women for having an abortion?” Paying to his uber conservative townhall crowd, he replied, “If it’s illegal then yes. They need to know there are penalties.”
I guess if you have man parts, you’re exempt from certain laws and well boys will be boys… Please… I guess it’s the water or the moon which gets women pregnant… Here’s what gets me, Trump’s women supporters still get behind this ass clown. God have mercy on us if he gets elected… This too will pass
My life is good. One must remember that the most minor tremor is capable of starting a massive tsunami; the thing is you need to let the water do its work. The problem is I got impatient and didn’t remember that fundamental principle. This too will pass
Next Sunday, The Communications Workers of America in all probability will hit the picket line against The World’s Largest Telecommunications Company Workers. The bad thing for us will be, few if anyone will even notice it for technology and foreign call centers will make our work stoppage pointless.
So when your TV ceases to get channel 693, the knitting channel, your call will go to a young man in Mumbai by the name of Steve Gupta. He’ll tell you that your trouble will be fixed shortly and you are a very valuable customer of The World’s Largest Telecommunications Company; he won’t mean it but if he doesn’t say it, he’ll be shorted a few rupees next paycheck.
Hopefully the managers will be forced to work long hours trying to do our difficult job. Maybe they’ll see what it’s like to do the kind of work we do everyday. At the end of the strike, we will be a couple of paychecks short and the managers will be upset because they didn’t get any overtime. The funny thing is, a few weeks following the strike, we’ll be working mandatory overtime to catch up. This too will pass
Anyone who follows my blog knows I can’t stand Donald Trump but his opponent Ted Cruz really freaks me out beyond belief. There’s just something creepy about Ted and don’t tell me he doesn’t sound like one of those late night television preachers asking to help them buy a new G4 jet…
Mr. Cruz touts his religious beliefs yet somehow he’s had a few affairs, that doesn’t sound good? I really don’t care if he did stray, I strayed, but please don’t come off as you’re holier than thou. Humans make mistakes but Mr. Cruz seems to want to be this country’s moral compass… Oh things are going to get weirder in the coming months and I’m sure both Ted and Donald will throw a few underhand punches… This too will pass
I hadn’t posted anything in a while and at some point I’ll tell you what’s been going on, but not now… Lately the mornings at The Firewood Temple have been noisy with the sound of us clearing an area for the double wide custom house.
Toonce has been keeping us company while he enjoys blending into the woods. He sits there like the Cheshire Cat and silently watches us go about our task… I truly love my cat… This too will pass
The Firewood Temple is a good place to be in peace. The deer and wild turkeys keep me company while I fall trees where Rob’s temporary will stand…
Soon a prefab’d house will stand on this site. I find peace here… This too will pass.
After struggling to start the RV, I immediately and carefully maneuvered the RV into a bottomless mud pit. The next thing to do was call Rob to have him come up and pull me out of mud pit with the backhoe…
As I walked around to the front end of the RV, there it was, an eternal sleeping bird. At some point the bird had crawled under the vehicle and breathed it’s last breath… Toonce had no desire to get a better look and backed away from it. Tomorrow morning, I’ll give it a proper burial and Toonce will be in attendance at the grave site… This too will pass
It was a perfect day to back my RV out and go to find a gas station that sells the RV’s life blood, propane. I battened down the hatches and stored all the stuff which could fall and got into the drivers seat. I called out to Toonce, “Where are the keys?” He didn’t know or care after his drivers license was revoked after his last at fault accident he had…
The last time I saw those keys was in that hotel room in Newark. No! I think I placed them in my lap top bag as I passed thru the TSA checkpoint heading to Newark. The truth is, I really don’t know where they went. So now with the RV’s propane tank near empty, I must now limit my bathing…
Between when I last wrote the above paragraph and now, three minutes at the most, I found them. The rascal key thieves hadn’t broken in and took them. No, I found them in a pair of jeans I was about to throw into the industrial washer. Maybe tomorrow before work I can get my propane prior to work? This too will pass
A hundred million years ago, you wouldn’t to have been standing here. This was the center of the blast furnace caldera here on Sonoma Mountain. Fast forward to March 17th 2016 and here we are, a man and his cat on a walk to the creek. The truth is, this one of the places Toonce heads to while I’m gone.
We were walking down the deer trail toward the creek and he ran ahead of me, as if knew where he was heading. He sat down on a big rock and assumed the position of meditating cat. I said, “You know your way around here.” He meowed softly… After what seemed like a few minutes, we got up and headed back to the RV. I took my phone out of my pocket and realized that time had stood still, we had been sitting there for more than an hour… This too will pass
In my previous post I told you about the three foot thick tree that landed on our cable and then smashed into the house the other day during a wind storm. As I was booming down a little old lady came up to me and said, “Are you with the City of Oakland?” I replied, “I’m sorry no. I’m with the phone company. Was this your house?” The distrought woman replied, “Yes. I was just finished having my dinner when I heard a snap and the house shook. I thought it was an earthquake.”
It turns out the grandma had lived in that house for 55 years and now the City of Oakland has red tagged the building and it will need to be torn down. The insurance adjuster had just left and given her a check for 25,000 dollars to find a hotel for a year. It actually made me have a tear in my eye when she said, “I’m 88 years old and I won’t live long enough to see it rebuilt. I have cancer.” This too will pass