Another good person doing good things.
I have vacillated over today’s ‘good people’ post, and I opted not to do the one I originally wrote. I feared it might stir controversy, and that is not what my good people posts are intended to do. Right decision? Wrong decision? I don’t know, and you may yet see it here later this week, but for today I do have one awesome ‘good people’ to introduce you to! It is a little good people with a huge heart!
Austin Perine of Birmingham, Alabama, is only four years old, but this little guy has won my heart! He knows, better than most adults, I think, the value of helping others. What were you doing when you were four-years old? The entire focus of my life at 4 was my dog, Shadow. I slept, played, and sucked my thumb at age 4, and that’s about all I can remember. Austin, however…
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A wonderful thought.
The fear being spread in the White House.
I have long thought, and likely said it here once or twice, that Trump is a loose cannon, his behaviours seeming to become increasingly strange and uncontrolled when he senses he is threatened. His tweets, never exactly intellectual, become erratic when a new indictment is handed down by Robert Mueller’s team, or when he is called out on one of his many daily lies, or when his boot-lickers don’t behave quite as he wants them to. This is one of the reasons that, while I would love to see him thrown off his royal perch, evicted from the Oval Office, I cannot support a move toward impeachment at this time, for I suspect he would become even more deranged and call for his base to take to the streets with their AR-15s in hand. Now, I am a nobody and have no basis for my opinion other than observation, but…
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Here is my post for Melanie’s Share Your World.
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
What I’d like to hear: “Hey dude, good to have you, your personal paradise is third pod on the left!”
What I’d more likely hear: “You again? I keep telling you, you can’t come in.” Beep beep beep… ring ring, ring ring… “Hello, Beelzebub? God. He’s here again. Can’t you keep your inmates under control…?”
What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
That bit where Kathy Bates’ character hobbles the author 😦 That Stephen King, eh…?
What do you think about when you’re alone in your car?
Here I am, alone in my car, driving along…
How would you rate your memory?
One of those ice cream sundaes with raspberry sauce. Sorry, what was the question again?
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