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To some it's called insurrection. To others it's called a peaceful tour of the White House.
I have my opinion and you have yours.
This is something I predicted. Sorry I was correct. 40 minute long video. I'll watch it again.

Why are some people so uptight about breaking the rule on not asking questions in a blog? If, when asked why such a rule should be rigorously obeyed, all they can say is, "well, because it's a rule", then, quite frankly, I have no time for them. If seeing a question that shouldn't be there is so offensive to you that you feel compelled to annoy others who are not offended by it by complaining, it is probably a sign of some sort of compulsive disorder, and the referral of yourself to a psychiatrist, rather than the blog to a moderator, would probably do you more good.

So, if you are one of those people who simply cannot bear to see a question in a blog, I make no apology for asking: What the fcuk is wrong with you?

I don’t believe in ghosts or spirits of the dead. I don’t believe in the potency of curses made by witches and ancient Egyptians, and I don’t believe in black magic. I don’t believe in the devil or vampires or werewolves. None of these things frighten me in the slightest. No, the only thing that stops me from walking through dark graveyards at midnight is my imagination.

Is it Fair
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Write A Comment on it and
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For Me It is not Fair
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The more a person lies, the more we lose trust in them.
That's understandable. Afterall, they are likely to lie again.
People can't trust what they have to say.

One president has lied far more than any other.
Over 16,000 lies or misleading statements confirmed in just his first 3 years as president.
That's astonishing, despicable, and unprecedented !
And the worst part, is that each year of his presidency, he tells even more lies.
Although already the worst, somehow he manages to annually get worse.

From the Washington Post;


Lying has become his general way of communicating and oddly, it appears he has no shame in doing so. He has proven over 16,000 times, that he is untrustworthy.
Or as Jimmy Kimmel previously referred to him, as "the great misleader" ;

I’m a middle-aged man interested in middle-aged women, and I travel a lot.

Three weeks ago, I returned home after almost four months in Serbia, Montenegro and North Macedonia. It was a great experience, corona restrictions were limited, life was pretty much back to normal.

I use Connecting Singles and Tinder to get in contact with local women my own age, wherever I go. It’s nice to have a cup of coffee at a café together with a new female friend, who is also interested in travelling, books, films and nature.

Most middle-aged men seem to be interested in much younger women, so for a dude like me: slim, smart, funny and friendly, it is not at all difficult to find a woman between 50 to 68 years of age. There are a lot, who divorced from their ex-husband, because he found a much younger model - and there are also a lot of widows, because their husband was so much older - and then he died.

Of course they like to have coffee or dinner with me. And here is the story about my last month on Balkan:

I met a nice woman in Serbia, at the café close to the clock tower in Novi Sad. We enjoyed each others compagny, laughed and talked about everything. It was very amusing and we cheek kissed and connected on Viper.

She called me some days later, and asked if I would like to meet again? She had rent an apartment in Belgrade for some days. There was a double bed, and we slept together.

She had an idea: I could be her temporary husband. She needed a long holiday, after her husband left her for a much younger girl, he claimed was the love of his life. After more than 30 years of marriage with my new female friend.

She had a black Peugeot and found interesting places around the country, where we could stay. Places I would never had found myself. In the mountains you can get a whole house for the same price as a simple hotel room in Denmark.

We were not really in love, but very good friends - as most real couples are, I think. And travelling together was so good. We shared the expensives, and the people we met said, we were a fine couple.

You might say, it was a fake marriage - and you’re right. But it was in fact based on respect, warm feelings and the wish of staying together day and night with another guy, for a while.

Once a week, usually on Sunday morning, I hear the man in the flat above mine emptying what sounds like a sack full of empty bottles into his dustbin. I don’t know if they are what he has accumulated through the week, or just the spent containers of Saturday night’s consumption.
I think his son lives with him, so he may be responsible for some of the glass that goes into the bin, or all of it for all I know.

I don’t think my upstairs neighbour and I like each other very much. I sense it in his attitude towards me, and I sense it in my attitude towards him. In the three years I have been here, I don’t think we have spoken to each other more than three or four times. The last time we spoke was when he was waiting outside for me to come home, he wanted to complain about my dog’s yapping in the daytime while I was at work. The sound carries upstairs very effectively through the boxing that encloses some pipe work, apparently. It was a very yappy dog and always had been, so I assume the problem had existed ever since I moved in; three years. If so, it must be the most remarkable instance of irony I have ever come across. To wait three years to complain about my dog, and then choose the day before it died to do it, is something that -as they say- you couldn’t make up. When I told him the dog was very ill and probably wouldn’t be around much longer it rather took the wind out of his sails.

If we don’t have a reason to communicate, which thankfully we never do, my neighbour and I tend to avoid each other. I certainly prefer this to any possible conflict. Not so much because we are neighbours and have to coexist, but more, I think, because he is significantly bigger and younger than I am.

I've just become aware that Daniela has cancelled her account. I am devastated. As this site is being dominated more and more by agenda driven extremist undesirables, it seems like yet another nail in its coffin when yet another kind, gentle, thoughtful and interesting member decides to throw in the towel. I, for one, will miss her very much.

What a saddening sight. Poor souls littering the streets because of government defiance to a most needed obligation.

How often do we realize we're surrounded by mentally ill people?

The question is, what if those around you claim you're the one who is, what would you do then?

In California the government shut down all our facilities that house these people, imagine that? They're now living at the mercy of relatives and or living as homeless in the streets.

In 1981, Life Magazine ran a story titled "Emptying the Madhouse: The Mentally Ill Have Become Our Cities Lost Souls."

What was Reagan thinking when he thwarted Carter's policy on these poor people?



My children and I were dining in San Francisco and how sad it is to find that these poor souls have doubled if not tripled in number specially near St Mary's Cathedral for the last 20 years.



What about your state? Or your place? Do you get to see some of them? What about other countries, how does your country deal with these poor souls if you have any of them?.

For the female exhibitionist there are various ways to indulge the impulse; showing varying amounts of cleavage being one popular and easy option. But what about men? They can be exhibitionists, too. It’s high time the designers of male fashion cottoned on to this. Trousers with cut-outs revealing a discreet amount of testicle would, in my opinion, catch on like wild fire. I really think the industry is missing a trick here.