One of my teen idols has passed away.
Bobby Vee, one of the most talented and popular icons of the '60's died surrounded by his family at a Hospice facility in Minnesota, not far from where he was born.
I can remember how great it was to hear his songs when was growing up; his lyrics were fresh, his style one-of-a-kind and the melodies would float around in my head for hours. Good times.
He will be missed; but by a declining number of us who still remember him and his music. He was nothing short of wonderful.
Monday, October 24, 2016
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Election Season
It 's bullshit time, again.
National elections, and it doesn't look good for freedom or my country.
We have Donald Trump running as an R, and Hillary Clinton running as a D. The D's have been in control for 8 years, and succeeded in creating a robust welfare state, though it's been coming along most of my lifetime.
Now it's payback time and the witch want to be president. Shit. She might succeed.
Locally, her son is running for county commission to fill a seat in district 2. He beat the incumbent, who had been appointed when the last elected left for greener paychecks. No doubt, he worked hard, but the inc had been known as a weak candidate. Now with the general coming soon, he is up against a pretty well financed D who wants to leave the city council and get a bigger check.
The strain on me has been enormous; I can't take much more of this. Always something. Contention. Fighting. Arguing. Debating. It's more than I want and I have stopped doing what little I did as a PCO. And I don't feel badly about that.
The usual burden of knowing that I have to be poor the rest of my life (however long that will be) keeps me down all the time.
There is no person I can talk to. Tammy wouldn't listen when it was still possible to get rich, so she isn't going to care now.
So, I'm still stuck with the same 24/7 curse I've had since about 2008.
It could have been so nice; we could have been retired, rich and happy. Now, those three things will never happen in my lifetime.
Good thing I keep my mouth shut when the little fucker wants money or help planing signs.
He and his cow can go to hell.
National elections, and it doesn't look good for freedom or my country.
We have Donald Trump running as an R, and Hillary Clinton running as a D. The D's have been in control for 8 years, and succeeded in creating a robust welfare state, though it's been coming along most of my lifetime.
Now it's payback time and the witch want to be president. Shit. She might succeed.
Locally, her son is running for county commission to fill a seat in district 2. He beat the incumbent, who had been appointed when the last elected left for greener paychecks. No doubt, he worked hard, but the inc had been known as a weak candidate. Now with the general coming soon, he is up against a pretty well financed D who wants to leave the city council and get a bigger check.
The strain on me has been enormous; I can't take much more of this. Always something. Contention. Fighting. Arguing. Debating. It's more than I want and I have stopped doing what little I did as a PCO. And I don't feel badly about that.
The usual burden of knowing that I have to be poor the rest of my life (however long that will be) keeps me down all the time.
There is no person I can talk to. Tammy wouldn't listen when it was still possible to get rich, so she isn't going to care now.
So, I'm still stuck with the same 24/7 curse I've had since about 2008.
It could have been so nice; we could have been retired, rich and happy. Now, those three things will never happen in my lifetime.
Good thing I keep my mouth shut when the little fucker wants money or help planing signs.
He and his cow can go to hell.
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