Friday, October 23, 2015

Rain finally arrived late last night. Took its time, it did. Welcome it is however.

I caught the ball game last night. It was as terrible as I’d guessed it might prove. Poor Niners.

I also caught most of the Hillary Select Committee’s actions. They proved one thing; the ever lasting Military Saying: They hung him out to dry.

Of course, they hung him out to die in this case.

It brings to mind two conversations I had with folks many years back: The first was me asking a civilian what he thought of Hillary. He asked me: “Who?” And I said Hillary Clinton the Presidents wife. The man said; “Don’t talk to me about that lying lesbian bitch.”

Which pretty well closed down that conversation. The other was with a Black sergeant. He told me that he wished Wallace well, that the ambulance would come in a hurry when he was struck by a heart attack and that the four flat tires would occur on a radical curve with a high drop off – after picking up the Governor, and in a remote location.

There is another saying in civilian parlance from the military: “I’ve got your six.”

Ms. Clinton isn’t cognizance with leadership. It is a concept to her far removed from the trenches of reality.

The  county Mounties were at the house again last night. They used the pictures from the first visit to find a direction, and then went out and drove various routes of possibilities. They found A truck that might be the one and want now to take the images to put through the photo shop program to enhance identifier marks.

They have also found the stove the near neighbor had purchased and had left on the trailer. The stove was in the barr ditch about a mile and a half from here, along side the major North – South highway.

Unfortunately, the stove had been out there for three days before being reported to the Mounties and any prints on it would be suspect.

Anyhow. They got their information. I got to watch a bad football game, the near neighbor got informed the thief only wanted his trailer, and Hillary lied to the general public, and the House, while addressing them all face to face.

She’s a job, she is.


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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