Tuesday, October 18, 2016
I saw the Dump Truck—er—Trump Train, today. As I sat in my parked car trying to make my phone take just one more photo, rescue sirens blared as ambulance, fire, and police arrived at McDonald's, where the truck touting, "Melania 2024!" was parked.
They weren't there for me, so I assume there is at least one other democrat in this town and they happened to be inside getting a side of fries to go with that when they had an aneurism or some such thing.
May we all have a speedy recovery after November 8.
I've mentioned before that I'm in a couple swap-and-shop groups on Facebook. The posts are nearly as baffling as Craigslist ads.
The locals use these groups for everything from asking what time a store closes to ranting about getting fired to searching for a pit bull to breed with theirs, 'cause God knows there's good profit to be made before those pups end up in shelters.
People use the groups to look for jobs. I don't mind the posts asking for odd jobs - I've even saved some for later from those looking to paint or remove brush or clean windows, etc. I am irritated by those looking to be hired for a permanent job who share posts like this:
Me and girlfriend are in need of a job and we where wondering who is Hiring in platte city or close by
Well, I'll tell you who isn't hiring.
I couldn't sleep last night. At 3 a.m. I was thinking about FLOTUS. Specifically that FL = First Lady, so it only makes sense that Bill Cinton would become the First Gentleman, thus, FGOTUS. I can't say FGOTUS. I need an acronym I can say, people.
I did say this yesterday: "Sir, would you show her how to put gravy on mashed potatoes?" Not my proudest moment, but dang, I could write a whole post about watching that woman trying to dish up my deli dinner.
It was nearly as rough as watching the Trump Train.