Monday, July 25, 2016

Bernie’s wicked witch is leaving the position she served the Frump in so well. Bernie seems to have left his mojo somewhere along the highway to national prominence. It’s a shame, really.

.I watch the Dem’s speak lies in full knowledge of the truths the questioners also know. I’m amazed that these apparently mature people can function in the world away from adult guidance.

Maybe, somewhere, out there in their universe truth doesn’t matter, nor facts intrude in their dreams.

Can’t understand it. Just can’t.

If you count travel times, I won’t get to vote in the local elections in Aug. I’ll be getting treatment for the stuff eating on me. The picture the Dr. left me with, in literature also, is, bring a lunch, what we’ll be doing is cutting some, sending it to the lab, wait for results, cutting some, sending it to the lad, and wait for the results – on and on. Until they run out of positive test results and are satisfied they have reached the edge of the infected field.

It will take, they tell me, usually, 12 plus hours.

It’s the drive home that worries me most. That is a tiring day.


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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