Thursday, December 24, 2015

How come I find so much in the news papers? Humor. I’m speaking of humor, a bit of this and a bit of that.

I had three head line teasers in the Google aggregator for my local area that tickled me – other than the stand-off in Hutchinson involving a woman. That one tickled me in the fact I don’t know anything about, and don’t want to.

Anyhow, the three headline teasers:

 Wichita scores low in LGBT rights survey

Wichita police officer and family targeted by gunfire

Holiday office parties may be waning nationally, but not in Wichita

And, if memory serves, Wichita had one of the first murders over abortion around; and a church that takes dead soldiers and funerals very seriously – although, since the father died, himself, the church has pretty well disbanded.

I’ve never been sure if Kansas was part of the Bible belt, thinking as I do that is a Missouri  type of thing. and South and East of there. Kansans are pretty good at being the victim, not the perp. I mean, look at how much misery Mo. brought to us. (Cough).

I’d like to take this opportunity to wish Merry Christmas to all the sidebar folks, the readers in general (whether you’re on the sidebar or no. I’ve found, with the WordPress changes to the dash board, that I have a few readers I didn’t know about. I’ve also discovered through the same means that I need to update the damn sidebar).

Late last night – around three in the dark, sitting without lights, listening to a religious program on FM (of all places) Radio – I discovered that Santa Claus is real.

Hm. Yes. That’s generally what I discovered. People are not real, never have been, never will be. But Santa is.

I’ll have to think on that one a bit. Just as soon as I wrap my mind around the fact that the bills I’ve just paid are a figment of my non-existent imagination.

Would that be legally binding?

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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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