Or we could stop hoping the Democrats take the lead and force them to follow the people. However, that would likely get ugly.
It also depends on the non-fascist elements of society putting aside their differences and working together, which has historically been a requirement and a stumbling block any time the populace wants to get out from under the oppression of the 1%.
I could ask her. She might go for it.
Shit.
Me sitting here still working a day job with my ancient, born-in-1970, worn-out self. Sounds like I should be retired already, if not dead.
They aren't wrong though. Find yourself an old person. We just want to sit, eat, watch a little TV, and be in bed by 9.
Bonus: some of us know how to fix the shit that falls apart, and many of us even own a house.
Before you get all excited, I'm already taken. Some young thing already got me hitched (she was born in 1971).
I see a dog eat dog world and think, "Can we be a better example to follow?" These folks see a dog eat dog world, and think, "How terrible. We'd better start chewing."
I suppose in my path to agnosticism I picked up the wrong lessons from the church my mom took me too.
“We have the best of intentions, and sometimes bills start out a little rockier than others,” Steinmetz said.
Republicans once again paving their path to hell. I wish they would just go there already and leave us all alone.
A past boss of mine used to say, "Did God say so?"
However, in his case it wasn't because he denied science and believed that the Bible was the only "knowledge" you needed, but rather that he believed God was the only authority who could overrule him.
He was actually a generally rational person, but if you wanted to contradict him, you'd need a series of peer reviewed, repeatable, double-blind studies proving he was wrong. And even then, he'd probably want God to comment.
They cosplay as tough guys.
No. That wouldn't happen in a gun store.
You'd have to go to a gun show.
Edit: a gun show is like comic con, only for guns.
Do people do good, spirited debates anymore? Most of what I see would be more akin to wrestling a pig.
Time to break out the straw hat and bib overalls.
Maybe even blacken a few teeth.
Seeing lots of cat pictures, but not enough guinea pigs, so here's Daisy and Rose.
Rose, by the way, seems to have recovered completely from her intestinal parasite.
She was getting better, but her recovery coincided with us introducing fresh wheatgrass into their diet (we grew a little window garden for the girls).
They both loved it, but Rose may have loved it too much and gave herself a bellyache. Rushed back to the vet and got more X-rays just to find out that Rose perhaps doesn't know the meaning of "enough".
She's doing well now, and having no problem with the wheatgrass.
We're also pig sitting for our daughter while she takes finals.
This is Etch, the chill college boy:
He's unique among guinea pigs in that he was abused by the other pigs in his environment before she got him, so he wouldn't tolerate being around other guinea pigs. He does ok with Daisy and Rose, although they are in a different pen at a suitable distance from his.
I have no idea what a kangaroo has to do with my employer, but they brought in a baby kangaroo for an event, so I waited in line to hold it.
We had to take Rose to the vet on Friday because she stopped eating hay and started having diarrhea.
Diagnosis: intestinal parasite and gas in her stomach.
She's on antiparasitic meds, antibiotics to prevent secondary infection, and a nutritional supplement to replace the hay she isn't eating.
She takes the tiny doses of the meds ok, but she's not a fan of the supplement.
We had a lot of trouble until we figured out how to get her burrito towel wrapped correctly.
She's starting to do better. More normal poops, started nibbling hay, and she stopped fighting the supplement.
Daisy and Rose are inconsolable because we had to separate them until Rose is all better.
The gateway between the pens is closed now and they keep pulling on it like they're trying to pull it open.
It seemed like every time we visited WDW, there was some event or show taking place in front of Cinderella's Castle, and the interior was closed.
When I visited as a kid, you'd walk through the castle and ooh and aah at the mosaic.
I've wanted to see the mosaic again for years, and it was always closed. I finally got the chance again last time, and I took some pictures.
To be fair, when the poem was written we were getting our asses kicked and survival was not assured.
If you look at the events of the moment, the significant part is the "not getting killed" part.
If things had gone differently, we could all be speaking English today!