Saturday, December 31, 2016

Darndest thing happened on the way to 2017 – we made the year of 2016. Congratulations.

I wasn’t sure we would.


Not at all.

dra-mama is showing his true self. Of course, he has been all along. We’ve just been ignoring him. Trump can no longer. I hope we have chosen well. The burden of that office seems to be getting heavier.

Locally, our fight with the State over water has been getting out of hand. It is no longer just with a department of the State, but has escalated to the State legislature and seems destined to make the federal level.

Our town council is going to lose the fight if they don’t pay attention. The local paper is running articles for the State department. We’ve  lost that initiative. The week after I talked with a council member about getting the public involved through the media. Sad to say the department beat us to the news and their view is out there  well  before the village could even have a shot.

The village is depending on the politicians to carry the fight AFTER the first of the year. When the village backers are installed in office.

Too late, I feel.


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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