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It's been so long that I didn't come here.. LOL

How are you guys doing?

Apparently, Trump is running the government like one of his businesses.
Thus, driving it towards bankruptcy.

Today from Newsweek;

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The Grand Jury for the Ferguson Case has spoken...This Grand Jury consisted of 12 Jurers that were picked long before This incident had happened...There were 9 whites and 3 Blacks..There were 6 to 8 Witnesses to this Tragedy and they were all Black...So you cant complain(Although Im sure you will)...When you act like an idiot and charge a Cop who already has had a scuffle with you in his Cruiser and he has his gun pointed at you and you keep coming...This is what happens......You know whats really odd?....An unarmed Black Teen was shot in New York City a few days ago by a Police Officer once again(But some of you probably didnt even know this)..Why?....The cop who shot him was Black.....There was no outcry by those who are screaming now...Nope...We only hear from you when its to your Advantage....

Today in the Independent;



For full article go to this link;

In other news 86 year old veteran newscaster & news journalist Dan Rather
submitted a nickname for the Trump administration on Twitter
contrasting it to Abraham Lincoln's;



Rather also spoke on CNN with the statement;



It's just a matter of time until that 'ship of fools' sinks.

With the recent rhetoric the doomsday clock has been set to 2 minutes 30 seconds from doomsday.

Which side will fire first?

Will they back down?

Does FEMA have plans to feed the surviving residents of Guam or Hawaii?

If San Francisco goes up in a mushroom cloud, will anyone in the East of the US miss it?

If a North Korean missile hits Los Angeles, where will the new Hollywood be? Detroit perhaps?

Does anyone on the East Coast of the US even care, or will it just be another collection of cell phone videos of the destruction bundled into a youtube documentary then forgotten by the time of the next Superbowl?

A day like today but of 1847 the American invaders hang in San Angel to Irish soldiers of Battalion of Saint Patrick.







The Batalla de San Patricio was formed, by patriots of Ireland, by men we have felt of our land, of our flesh, in our spirit.


¡Gracias!

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"


The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.


The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."

"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?


"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.

Checkouts can be awkward sometimes

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