2020 Will Be His Year!

Ah, Mr. Dollar. What would a presidential race be without a pompous, arrogant, green windbag that has nothing of substance to say, yet every advantage and all the resources to say it?

As with any election, there’ll be chills, spills, upsets and victories. Can Dollar pull off an upset and tank the current incumbent? Polls say no, but we don’t trust polls. Play on, Dollar. Play on!Dollar - 01

The Strength of Weakness

It was brought to my attention this morning by the person I now live with, whom I called in my last post “my friend”, that I did in fact call her simply my friend. I realized when I wrote the post that I had in fact called her simply my friend when, in reality, she is infinitely more than that to me. She’s my friend, yes, but also, my love, my lover, my absolute best and closest friend, my healer, my savior, my angel, my everything. She means more to my heart than I could ever express in words or sentiment.

One might think the fact that my friend brought this to my attention might somehow tarnish or negatively affect my love or my opinion or my closeness to her, when in fact it has indeed brought closer. You see, this momentary weakness of self-doubt on her part was merely that – momentary weakness. Her soft heart has seen so much brittleness and brokenness in the past that it’s no wonder the evil worm of self-doubt would weevil its way into her, or anyone’s, psyche.

This person is one of the strongest, most determined people I’ve ever known, so much so she has rubbed off on me to a grand extent. I know now because of her example that there’s nothing I can’t do, given enough perseverance. This person had, at one time, been diagnosed with late-stage breast cancer. Well, after a mastectomy, much chemotherapy, baldness from said chemo, side-effect illness, and now ten subsequent years of daily meds, she beat cancer. She made cancer her de facto bitch! And I could not be prouder to call her my love, my lover, my best friend, my healer, my angel, and my everything.

I love her. And I always will.

I hope, in the event I’m not here before the day, that everyone has a wonderful Christmas, that Santa doesn’t jack-knife his sleigh, and that the true starry meaning of Christmas isn’t lost in the shuffle of materialism.

I’ll leave you with a humorous cartoon that I may have posted before. At any rate, Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and don’t forget to tell the ones you love how much they mean to you. Take care and walk in love’s grand light.


Santa and the Three Wise Men

Time and 2020

So, I’ve been taking some time off. As usual my blog has taken a backseat to real life. I have no one to blame and wouldn’t blame them if I did. It’s my fault and my fault alone.

I have been moving though. Kind of takes a chunk out of your days – moving. I moved in with my friend and we’ve spent time since we signed the lease on December 1st just settling in.

But I did want to mention with impending impeachment of The Orange and his subsequent following White House bid, there will be a new contender for that seat soon, as promised – Dollar!

dollar for president

See y’all soon! Take care now.

V Day, V Day, You and Me Day

Hello, y’all. Happy Valentine’s Day to you and your sweet honey sugar pie boo-boo kins! I mean that in the most heart-felt and sarcastically sweet way I know how. For real, if you have a true love, hold them tight and let them know how much they are loved. It’s really all we have, all we are, all that’s important, all that matters.

Not only is it Valentine’s Day, it is V Day. No, not the Victory Day when the Allies won WWII. But that’s a good thing, no less. No, I mean, V Day – a global movement to end violence against women.

Also, in six days, my birthday will crop up like a choking weed in a field of sunflowers! Yes, I will be __-seven years old and I’m not really looking forward to it. Although, they say men are like fine wine and get better with age. No matter how true that may be, we also get achier with age! Just so you know. When your partner wakes up and walks through the house cussing, they’re probably not cussing you. Chances are, they’re cussing their knees or back or shoulders from the morning aches!

A lot of men, I’m afraid, just don’t understand women. On a day like today, many men miss the mark almost completely, I think. So, for all men, I will tell you the secret to women. What do they want? What is it women really want? They want security. I know this for a fact. When I was in the mall the other day, I approached a lovely young woman and she immediately began to yell, “Security! Security!” Okay, that may a bad example.

At any rate, for my birthday, I request that the only present I want is that you give your time, money, or thought and prayers to a good charity like this one I’ve linked or to Breast Cancer Awareness.

I’m happy to report that my mother had her mammogram done last Monday and is now a full year cancer-free!

On that note, take care, y’all and walk in the light of Love and Kindness.



He’s Back . . . Oh, Lord!

That’s right! The man that can save no wrong. The man that can spend himself in one fell swoop. The man that owns more real estate than the state of Wisconsin and the All State Insurance Company. Dollar is back!

Let’s listen into his press conference already in progress:

dollar for president

” . . . and it doesn’t matter now if the past president was black. It doesn’t matter now if the current president is guilty of treason by colluding with Russia. Hillary wouldn’t have won anyway. And she didn’t! It doesn’t matter if I’m basically owned by China. I say this now and I’ll say it when I win. There is no Chinese collusion.

Now, I won’t lie. I do like a good batch of General Tso’s or Sesame Chicken. But that doesn’t mean I get my chicken directly from a China man. Or China woman, or China dog for that matter. China man chicken clucks for certain, but does it cluck all the way from China? In Chinese? Hm. Well, probably, but that doesn’t mean he clucks for me!

That is why I now throw my very expensive hat into the presidential ring! And it’s not a Chinese hat. That’s right, friends! 2020 will be my year! Our year, if you support me! And, maybe, just maybe, we can finally find those Clinton emails. Thank you very much!”

You heard it here first. Oh Lord . . .

The Dreaded Holidays

Well, the holidays are upon us. From myself to all of you, I hope you have a beautiful Christmas with fruition of all your wishes and a wonderful new year!

I could descend into the muck of dissension happening in Washington that will affect millions of families when government employees aren’t being paid through the holidays. Over the border wall which has been said by many in both parties – republican and democrat – that this structure won’t even make America’s border any safer whatsoever. I could, but I won’t. There’s much too much negative noise in the world already and this just isn’t the season. So much more important ideas and topics to focus on.

And, no matter who you pray to, or where we’re all going to end up one day, whether you believe in an immortal soul or not, this season is, more than anything, about hope. With that, I hope for you the best the season has to offer – family and friends, peace and love.

I’ll leave you with a cartoon I did years ago. I debated publishing it in this post but it will at least give you a chuckle.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to each and everyone of you!

Santa and the Three Wise Men