Cool, not cold. No ice, that is all gone and it was fairly light.
The teen-age children were out in P/U trucks and on four wheelers trying to cut donuts and power slides. Some had lights on and some didn’t. I didn’t know that lights were optionl on public roads at one in the morning.
I kept waiting for one or more to turn over, but none did. Pity.
I tore a muscle (proving that I still have some) by slipping on the ice and grbbing an up-right. I have no excuse for being out on the ice walking about, not really. I suppose I didn’t have my lights on either.
The Democrats wallow in self pity. The Frump and family appear to be covering their asses in the foundation as fast as they can shovel. She is playing the pity me card well. The first thing you know she will be attending the festivities for Trump and being gracious. But first, cover the crap in the Foundation with dirt.
Still it is a kitty litter box and hasn’t been clean for years.
What I would like to know, is simple. Who or What woe the Blacks up to the reality of the Democrats being a nemesis rather than a friend of the race. What massive idea jabbed them in the butt and actually sparked an original thought in the mass “poor slave ancestor me.”.
Maybe in another hundred years one will be able to carry on a conversation with a black without worrying about injuring their preconceived.
From the reaches,