We tend to forget that as we age, so do our heroes. The only two musicians I've actually openly wept over when learning of their unacceptable passing is Lyle Mays and Michael Hedges. Especially Hedges, as his demise was of his own foolishness.

It's curious how "they" continue to expose Trump to what we are learning are "unvetted" staff. Then again, Capt. Combover was obviously compromised in his first administration by a host of foreign influences, so it should not be all that surprising that Russia, China, Israel, Kim Jun Widebody, etc. would find it rather easy to ensconce a obsequious blond enema nurse within his inner circle of sycophantic ass kissers, given his alleged proclivities.

Give it a rest. Your transparent agenda is crying for a breather.

...Woodstock was over a month before... Clarity is my/your friend.

I was in Europe chasing a Brazilian girl around the south of France. It was over a month before I ran out of $$ and came home to start classes. Seems so incomprehensibly innocent, looking back. Cultural touchstones, and all that. I was 23, fresh out of the military a short year before.

When I run across snappy erudite repartee like this around here, I know it's high time for another sabbatical. The house is burning yet you clowns just keep tap dancing.

It's times like these that make me think I'm rather foolish to not have some semblance of prepper-adjacent goodies squirreled away. World War III would be a terrific way to cancel those pesky mid-terms, eh? No doubt he's got something extra-extra-unconstitutional planned for this November when it goes undeniably south for him and his on Election Night. If this were a amusement ride, I'd pull the emergency chain to get let off.

Where it will eventually manifest itself is during flight operations. Distracted people make mistakes, and the flight deck of a aircraft carrier is a busy, busy place.

He's seems clinically obsessed with being remembered. Oh, he'll be remembered all right.

My budget is still recovering from the $1400 alternator that went south this past March, so I'd be pinching the hell out of Ol' Abe if we still used pennies. These days, if I don't desperately need it, I don't buy it.

The malady catching up with Maher is the same one that ended Dennis Miller's career--their core audience inevitably comes to the rather disappointing realization that they're just not funny anymore. It's the stridency, Chuckles!

$20 says its only a matter of time before Trump starts targeting bridges and desalination plants. It's going to take American boots on Iranian ground to end this, and guaranteed it won't be pretty or settled quick. Welcome to the 'Ran, new guy!

Notice how all the usual suspects are conspicuously mum when it comes to current revelations re: The Pool? How does that crow taste, MAGAtroids?

$20 says this won't end like they think it will. That pesky Conflict of Interest thing portends...SOMEBODY'S going to loose their law license. Or have we thrown all that away as well?

I just assume now each time I enter any business--big or small-- or city/county/state office, put $10 worth of gas in the junker, etc., I'm being recorded from multiple angles. Not to mention if you use a debit card to buy anything, that transaction is recorded and your purchasing habits sold among data miners like baseball trading cards. They know you're going to buy those celebrity name Nikes looong before you do, 'cause they spent over $10M in TV/print advertising based on purchasing trends gleaned from YOUR data.

Society seems to be creating a future that will leave a great many behind, then find new insideous ways to criminalize their plight.

A decade or so ago, once I realized that a frightening number of my older friends my age were dropping like flies, it also came with the realization that I no longer required a cell phone, so I replaced it with one of those old school wireless phones that tie to the internet router. So Big Bro can't really snoop on me, at least not through any hand-held device. Fast forward a couple years, and everybody and their mother now is putting up ring cameras and you have to know the moment you walk through the doors of any business, you're being recorded--probably from multiple angles. So let that knowledge inform you dog walkers that your unneighborly nonchalance when it comes to curbing and cleaning up after your pooch is probably being recorded.

Trump will forever be known as Pele, as he is notorious for kicking his ball out of the rough regardless of whether or not anyone is watching. Bottom line? His golf game wouldn't survive actual PGA officiating, and EVERYONE who plays that sport knows it. It's obvious that to Trump, cheating is actually better and way more fulfilling than undeniably winning on one's own merit. An empty trophy for a empty, empty man.

The water coming out of my tap borders on actually being unpalatable now. Not necessarily from critters, but the #@$% mineral content. I bought this drafty old trailer in 2013, and the kitchen tap (inevitably to be replaced when I can afford it), will be the third one. The other two lasted around 4 years before the deposits rendered them completely blocked. The snowfall last winter was almost non-existent--unlike the two years previous where there was so much snow, I thought spring would never come. I'm north of Phoenix. Lord knows where they get their water from.

I've done the math...even though I'm truly a frugal old geezer, I'll leave considerable credit card debt behind me when I pass, and outside of winning the Powerball, have no realistic path to not do so. It's almost as if it was purposely designed that way. Tires & a new alternator to keep the 40-year-old beast roadworthy, new dentures (I dropped the uppers taking them out one night). Then they raise gas & food prices, etc., but get noticeably quiet when you ask about COLA on Social Security. And yet...it's the two generations behind me that I really worry about. You're dreaming if you think you'll see gas average below $4 a gallon nationwide ever again.

I have one in what's left of my family. After 50 years, he still drives long-haul semi's and gets ALL his facts & talking points from AM talk radio, and had a propensity of regurgitating them unsolicited as undisputed fact. He usually steered clear of me at then-rare family gatherings. Skipped his own mother's funeral, and I haven't heard from him since then. Family...ya know?

I've seen that movie...she dances rather oddly and you start getting the vague notion she might...you get the idea.

Jones will evidently do/say/shill anything for a payday now that his main meal ticket is in the snickering hands of his deadly sarcastic enemies. Sucks to be him.

The trick is to get them hooked on sugar and cheap carbs right out of the womb. It's all part of the plan. No matter how many salads I eat a week, I constantly fight the siren call of the Baskin-Robbins two short blocks from my living room.

I've always wondered what glaze works best on BBQed roadkill. I suppose it depends greatly on the kind of critter and what condition your dinner was found in.