Wednesday, September 26, 2018

Dear Madame Zoltar

Hello kiddoes! How are you?  How about this rollercoaster of the weather.  One day it's 80, the next it's 40.  Good weather to get sick in.  Sick like the Packers in last Sunday's game.  Aaron Rodgers is not worth over $100 million.  He can't stay healthy.  When he's on, he's on, but when he's not, the whole team suffers. He's kind of like a beautiful porcelain figure.  Breaks easily.  All the braces in the world won't change that.

In the Irregular Football League, my Screaming Psychics have worked themselves up into 3rd place, behind Ms, THB's Mighty Bears and Mr. hale-bopp's Half-Astrophysicists.

The Orbliterators are headed for the toilet.  While we fight it out in the Super Bowl, Mr. OrbsCorbs' team is playing in the toilet bowl.

It looks like the Sandy Weidner contempt case might actually be won by her.  At the least, they can't "disappear" her anymore.  I hope that once her new lawyer and her win the case that she gets some sort of financial reimbursement.  This kind of garbage can ruin someone even if they are innocent.  Go Sandy Go!

The rhetoric is heating up as the November election draws nearer.  The only one I know to vote for is Dr. Ken Yorgan for the congressional seat that Paul Ryan is leaving.  No matter which party you vote for, you're voting for criminals.  You have no idea how many times I've thought of resurrecting the fathers of our country.  Let them beat the poop out of the phony baloneys who lie to us each day.  What would Thomas Jefferson say about Donald Trump?  Probably, "hang him!"

Expect to be buried in campaign literature and hounded by robocalls.  If only all the money that is spent on campaigning was spent on fixing our roads, fixing our schools, fixing our government.  It's disheartening to watch.  All that waste, all that blabber, all thise lies.  It never ends.  As soon as you shoot down one corrupt politician, another one pops up.  Endless nothingness.

Enjoy what's left of the decent weather.  The days grow shorter and colder.  The turning leaves are pretty, but we all know what comes after fall: winter.  And with that comes the dreaded s-word.

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