Perfection! Read more at scottishmomus.wordpress.com.
maelstrom, turbulence
her winter washing
ritual by the hag
her mantle snowed
tempest tossed
in Gulf of Corryvreckan
ushers change
in cauldron of the plaid
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The Monster in the Room
In case this is too subtle for you, it’s Trump.
Snapshot #58
These are my walking shoes. They’re so ugly, they’re cute. Or are they, as I call this one, “Just Ugly?” Regardless, they’re comfortable.
Snapshot #57
Studly Doright came home from work this afternoon and dropped this packet into my lap. I’m calling this, “Instant Mood Lifter!”
Snapshot #56
I looked over at my Indiana Jones action figure before getting into bed last night. He said, “Damn, Girl, I Like Those Pink Pajamas.”
Snapshot #55
I call this one, “November in Florida.” Isn’t it lovely?
Final Presidential Election Vote Count 2016
Great read.
*News Flash*
Final election numbers are not in. Millions of absentee ballots and mail-in ballots remain to be counted, and the final results are not expected until mid December. Why is it taking so long? Several States, such as California, New York and Washington have very liberal laws regarding the acceptance of mail-in and absentee ballots: Provided they are postmarked on or before Election Day they will count. California alone has an excess of 4 million votes waiting to be counted.
According to David Wasserman, an editor at Cook Political Report who is tracking turnout: “We probably have about 7 million votes left to count. A majority of them are on the coasts, in New York, California, and Washington.”
The outcome of the electoral count will not change. What will change is Hillary Clinton’s lead in popular votes. The number is expected to grow exponentially. It is estimated that Clinton’s…
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True Story
I’m having wine tonight. Dinner is optional.
Scope Of Democracy’s Loss
Well said.
LESSONS OF LIFE & HISTORY
From my friend, Mike Steeden. Read more at mikesteeden.wordpress.com.
Cairo smelt of sweet dates, sweat, camels dung, hashish and tangible fear
white noise barter and banter in the bazaars irked her more than a little
also, she noticed that the wily toffs, those gaudy suited moneyed ones
donned the reddest fezzes, wore ‘hammer and sickle’ fashioned cufflinks
bewildered she took the last ocean liner out of Alexandria
across The Med, home to timeworn England’s pastures green
within her productive invention, she saw
towering evergreens mask a nest of ferns
disguise an undergrowth of helpless combs
paint a permanent eventide, never to betray
a murder, self-destruction or a clandestine union
of thickest skinned untamed carefree true lovers
now safe and sound, the bespectacled librarian
read Shakespeare and counted pennies
she loathed bigots, arranged marriages and Chaucer
and, although her mousey disposition indicated otherwise
virginity was an irrelevant thing she could not claim
as her own, less spoken of, timid virtue
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Praying for Eyebrowz 