Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Ah, do you remember when . . .

Well, we needn’t get all carried away with ourselves, not really. A couple of days ago I mentioned a bar, a parking lot, and added Wichita city participation in an out door event involving liquor.

The city acted:

Wichita declares martini ‘emergency,’ party on at Mort’s bar

Happy days, outdoor tipplers.

I note, with some trepidation, knowing the Democratic knee-jerk reaction, that the Governor of Kansas is pressing forward with the registration of all citizens of the state without proof of citizenship.

I do believe that welfare checks, child support checks and other forms of fiscal aid are eating the state alive and the good governor want it to end.

If not end, at least get somewhat honest, and some of the illegals that infest the public areas gone, gone, or well identified.

What, exactly, we’re going to do with them once identified isn’t clear. Maybe gove all the males a hand gun and a free ticket to Chicago and an armed escort to the state border.


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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