I Would Write Something More Elaborate, But I'm Too Busy Laughing!

Regardless of the white noise pollution that coughs up from the frothing crowd, this collaborative work was brilliant, imaginative, funny, intelligent and some of the best music I've encountered today. Superior stuff. This is what the Internet is for me. Keep the bullshit politics, posturing, and the stench of the roiling cesspool generated by people who like to swim stick waters, and just give me art, literature and beautiful, provocative music.

Num Num Cat TikTok Chain

Love. It.

Pretty cool. My daughter and I grooved on this while we walked to her school this morning. Nice tempo-setting song for walking... and we may have free-form danced in the process. Love Daughter-Dad walks!

I would like to own a copy of this book, but my phobia is things that pop up at you. Damn that Jack-in-the-box...

The one flake that can't be put into the box is the one who dumped all the others onto the table...

And I have no biases against anyone, before anyone unleashes their ire on me. Hair color, skin color, eye color, ethnicity, gender, sexual preference, and all of the other motes that make up each and every one of us inhabiting this world, now, in the past, and the present, are particles that make up a greater creation, and I look at each person based on individual creative beauty. Each is unique and each is important to me. So, calm down, and just chuckle. And if you must satisfy the need for vitriol and retaliation for an imagined slight, then hit me with a Scots-Irish joke. That's my ancestral palette... I can guarantee you I won't get angry or go on a rant.

A Blonde calls her boyfriend and says, “Please come over here and help me. I have a killer jigsaw puzzle, and I can’t figure out how to get started.”

Her boyfriend asks, “What is it supposed to be when it’s finished?”

The blonde says, “According to the picture on the box, it’s a rooster.”

Her boyfriend decides to go over and help with the puzzle. She lets him in and shows him where she has the puzzle spread all over the table. He studies the pieces for a moment, then looks at the box, then turns to her and says,

“First of all, no matter what we do, we’re not going to be able to assemble these pieces into anything resembling a rooster.”

He then takes her hand and says, “Secondly, I want you to relax. Let’s have a nice cup of tea, and then….. he said with a deep sigh” …………

“Let’s put all these Corn Flakes back in the box

There comes a point in life when you just have to accept that shit is pervasive and persistent... I'm there now...

No shit...

Hey, Fauci, you snide little troll, they're coming for you and your eugenics program. Your days are numbered...

Finally we’re calling things by their name! 🤔

Been away for a few days/nights, sorting out the grain from the chaff. And by God's grace and love, I've been successful...

And just when I thought the gifts couldn't get richer, I found a poem come flowing out tonight. It may read as a sadness, but read deeper, because there's love and the anticipation of a love that holds the salvation one man, this man, sought. That salvation was delivered to me by Providence, and this poem marks the time it took me to come to this revelation...

1:

Red cirrus swipes against blue canvas

The colors should grasp my voice and send it heavenward, but I can't... just can't

Birds alight like dreams upon my head, shoulders

They wheedle me for a song to join theirs...

But I can't... just can't...

A child laughs and invites me into her otherwise private joke at the ridiculous world of ridiculous grown-ups...

I smile, and, for that briefest of explosions from the canyons of my yesterdays, I want to join her. Join her and force my wild laughter to Heaven's gate... but I can't... just can't...

A friend died today, or maybe a century ago, but it feels like every second he's there, then not...

And before tears can own me, I remember his jokes about living, dying, soaring, searing and God, and I want to laugh... but I can't... just can't...

I sit on the quiet bench among heavy skies, and I know, now, the reason for my can'ts...

I can't until there's you to show me I can...

Postscript:

God gave me HER, as undeserving as I was for all my years, and she shines a light dipped in God's lustrous Waters, a light that guides me in Stygian nights and stormswept days. And I decry my unending gratitude for God's gift of her. Amen.

Nice effect. Simple concept with exceptional results.

Now, will someone please go and round up this little troll and throw his ass in jail for his crimes against people all around the world? No clemency should ever be given to this asshole. His sentence should be several lifetimes.

Can a US president or an illegitimate president pardon US citizens that have not been convicted of a crime?

The answer is: NO.

A U.S. President cannot pardon individuals who have not been convicted of a federal crime. The power to pardon, as outlined in Article II, Section 2 of the U.S.

Constitution, is specifically for offenses against the United States after conviction.

This means the individual must have been legally charged and convicted before a pardon can be granted. If there was ever any doubt as to who bears responsibility for the COVID pandemic, Biden's pardon of Fauci forever seals the deal. 🤔