on black-eyed peas and hog jowls. Care to join me?

I am giving the year an 8.

I think that it is very simple, they just can not grasp the concept that something may not be any of their damn business.

I will start:

She is not nearly as stupid as she looks! Merry Christmas Greenie!

They have a lot of nasty habits. One of the ones that I found particularly disgusting is that if a chicken develops a sore anywhere on it's body, the other chickens will begin to peck at it until they finally kill the unfortunate bird. What starts out as a small injury becomes deadly in a hurry. It is not a nice way to go and the poor victim has no idea why she is being pecked to death.

I am beginning to get the feeling that the chickens in the Republican Party have spotted a sore on Trump's lousy ass.

Bon Appétit

I went to bed early last night and slept in this morning, so I was on pins and needles as the computer booted up. Whew!

I was getting my car serviced, and I was commenting on his really nice restored vintage pickup truck when I realized who he was. After the handshake and the greeting, I asked how his brothers were. That question changed the whole direction of the conversation to politics. His older brother was not speaking to the rest of the family because the guy I was talking to and the other siblings voted for Trump. It took this right winger 30 seconds to go from "Nice truck" to hateful politics. He went on to tell me how much he really hated BLM as it was a Communist front. He then checked himself for a second with the comment, "I don't know what your politics are." I just replied that I had no politics and said my goodbyes and good lucks. Fuck him, and the truck he rode in on....

Growing up in a small town you get to know just about everyone in about a ten mile radius. Of the people I grew up with, the people I knew, and the people I knew by reputation, it must be 90% or better that have gotten on the hate train. I am very curious, being that I came from the same circumstances, had the same teachers, went to the same churches, played on the same playgrounds, went to the same basketball games, what the hell happened to me? Why did my my philosophy take an entirely different path? How does it work?

I am no great cook by any means, but I can prepare a healthy and edible meal. In fact, my wife and I share kitchen duty about equally. That said, what I do not need in the kitchen is any help. No, I don't want you to slice the veggies, I will wash the dishes and clean up the mess, just stay the hell out of my way and no one gets hurt. Maybe it is a "man thing," I don't know.

I may just paddle my kayak to Russia! Alaskans and Americans just don't deserve me....