Friday, September 04, 2015

I went, yesterday, to a place of shade and water. I had a tail gate party of two. Me and dog. I thought.

I was joined by two strangers.

We all fished.

They caught something. I didn’t.

However, me and dog enjoyed ourselves. Him more than I. He got off leash for the first time in over a year, I got to drive and throw rocks at turtles. (I didn’t hit a one)

The Donald proudly speaks of not taking money from anyone; of being owned (which is what he implies the others are when accepting money from interest groups); of stating his mind and being independent.

He prides himself on being his own person and making monumental decisions that produce building and golf courses and who knows what all.

Yesterday he signed a piece of paper thereby neatly fitting himself to harness and the reins of which are helld by the Republican party, who are now in political power in Washington D. C..

He is now part of the establishment and it is politics as directed.

Same old, same old.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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