Sunday. Hhhmm. Sundays tend to be the only day of the week that I put in 8 hours at the store. I don't mind. Business heats up a little bit when we get the after church crowd. Right now, almost all of our Halloween decorations are on clearance. Christmas decorations have been up for the last 2 weeks; lots of very expensive fake Christmas trees. I, myself, don't decorate, though I do have my all season skinny tree. If I do get into the mood, I could always through some Christmas balls on that. Oh, yes, and that's right, when I was little we decorated our Christmas trees Christmas balls, and stars, and tinsel. Here's an old, faded shot of what Christmas looked like in my house when I was a teenager.
When you hit middle age you really only have two choices: you can get fat and lazy until you roll over and die, or you can can get off your ass and do something, like maybe ride a bike.
I've also been told I have little tact, so if this offends you simply ride on.
Sunday, October 23, 2022
About the Lies
That picture's from the house on 21st Street. We moved there when I was 13. The kids in the neighborhood I hung out with all had bikes, I didn't. Hope upon hope, I wished for one for Christmas. At that time, I was old enough to know there was no such thing as Santa, so one day I asked my dad if I was getting a bike for Christmas. He shrugged and said "no." Of course, I was terribly disappointed, but there really wasn't anything I could. On Christmas morning, standing next the tree was a shiny, black road bike. I was in heaven! It was what I'd been praying for. A few days later, my mom pulled me aside and chastised me. She told me I should never have asked my dad if I was getting a bike, and that by doing so I had put him into a terrible spot. He had been forced to lie to me. I had made him feel guilty for having to lie and I was bad for having done that. After 56 years, I still remember that day. How screwed up her head must have been to feel the need to ruin what should have been a good moment.
Trump had a rally in Texas yesterday where he spewed hatred. I didn't bother to check for pictures of the crowd size, his group has been using smaller venues in order to make his crowds seem larger. Smaller crowds do not mean smaller Cracker Jack Crazy turnout at the polls on November 8, keep that in mind. As his rallies continue, his lies get worse. Let's face it, nobody lies like Donald Trump, but then he has always embraced deceit as if it was his next of kin. Another thing his rallies are embracing is the Q version of Christianity. I don't know if any of you have seen this pic, but a number of Qs find it transcending. What most of them don't realize, is that the face of Jesus is actually a pic of Charlie Manson. So many of them will not understand how bad that lie is.
Labels: bicycle, Charlie Manson, Christmas, lie, Q, Sunday, Trump, Trump Rally
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It wouldn't surprise me if he admired Manson.ReplyDelete
He wouldn't, Manson's a loser because he got caught.Delete
Lets see. Supposedly he kept a copy of Mein Kemph on his night table. Stood on the White House lawn and said outright that he was the "chosen one" and has a christ figure that looks like one of the most heinous characters of the 20th century. Why does none of that shock me?ReplyDelete
Remember, for him it's all about The Art of the Sale, and he will do and say anything to sell his tainted ass.Delete
What a creepy picture. But two murdering creep together in the same picture.ReplyDelete
Yep that Christmas scene could have been many of our homes. I think back then all our trees looked much the same.
It's worse than creepy. Funny thing about that picture, the only thing to survive the test of time is that small, marble box on the stereo.Delete
I think that is funny. Charles Manson as Jesus behind Stumpy. Then again, I don't believe in religions. I will put up a few seasonal decorations when I take down the Halloween ones, but I do not put up a tree anymore.ReplyDelete
It is terribly funny because these Cracker Jack Crazies are oblivious to so much.Delete