Friday, May 06, 2016

The two weeks of Republican Party frothing is extending itself. Things might settle down, but The Donald must still get the voting done and the conclave finished before taking a victory lap and start on Hillary.

Amazing isn’t it, that Trump could, conceivably lose the nomination if the conclave refuses to vote him in.

Then, speaking of politics and, not having mentioned it before, correctness, consider the headlines from the science field. They discovered fossils somewhere that showed Climate Change changed the development of primate in China:

Had There Been No Global Cooling, Primate Evolution Could Have Continued In Asia: StudyTech Times

Which, as stated in the headline, implies that the Chinese are sub-human and not as fully developed as the Black and, I suppose, the White races.

That could, to certain mind sets, upset the yellow races.

But it could just be me, you understand.

My village birds were out last night. It must be that school is out or something.  Maybe re-bonding in the wake of the bust of near neighbors brother. The sick crow, near neighbor, was trying to act like a Dove. A sick Dove. and the Coyote was trying to sound like a cat.

I started laughing. I was a football field away watching and listening and they gathered about the Moore place. Four in the morning isn’t crow time, the cats aren’t many around here, the dogs have the night. Anyhow, the boys were out.

The near neighbor is in his 0late fifties trying to run with the eighteen and seventeen year olds. I suppose it works for the druggies, but it is somewhat un-natural. Usually it is around fifteen years, plus or minus.


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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