Post-Election Analysis
The Orange Flapdoodle won the election. I don’t know whether to shit or go blind.
The Orange Flapdoodle won the election. I don’t know whether to shit or go blind.
It was just after sunset on Halloween. An orange glow lingered in the western sky above the roofs of the town. A young couple, the mother dressed as Minerva McDonagal in a black pointed hat and matching floor-length robe, and the father sporting Hagrid’s tangled beard and wild hair, were taking their two children trick-or-treating.
On All Hallow’s Eve remember the dead. They cannot rest easy until they know that the living recall them.
The conversation of the leaves is liveliest just before they fall.
In late September, all the leaves are waiting for their blaze of glory.
Good deeds aren’t always punished, but they are often misinterpreted.
Sharks ate most of his Mythic marlin, but he saved Enough for his cats. -with a nod to Papa
Six million Jews for Hitler. Bibi, what’s your count of dead in Gaza?
AI is getting closer to perfection. Soon it can toss us out.
US health care is tops in the world at making money and corpses