Sold Out!!!
Mirth has died and joy has vanished. Gone without a trace.
No laughter heard around us. A smile on no face.
So many fishy happenings. So many baited hooks
as all the crooked happenings once reserved for books
invade our lovely simple lives, making them complex.
First rated by our English, then rated by our sex,
we kowtow to the bullies and hide away our shame,
saying all the others are the ones to blame.
This man sat in front of me in the iPhone class I took yesterday. He’s riding a Harley and that’s a pistol tucked into his belt and some sort of rifle in his hand.The presidential crest on his bike and chest. Words fail me.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
A very apt poem for our times. And what bad taste in tees.
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We deserve a better retirement. Didn’t we put up with enough crap for all these years? Don’t we get some time off?
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I’d have walked out.
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What I want to say can’t be put on social media!
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It is idolatry to the worst degree. Absolutely frightening.
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I don’t think I could have stayed. He would have made me too nervous and angry.
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I really wanted to attend this session and I was coming back to Mexico the next day. I moved so I wasn’t behind him.
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Yikes! I’ll never understand the mentality, try as I may.
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Nope..but there are some pretty smart men who are using it for all they are worth..Which monetarily is a lot.
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I don’t know what the fellow’s thinking really was, but at first glance I’d take a “poster” like that for a way of mocking Trump, rather than a message of support. Grim message anyway!
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Nope.. he was supporting him.. He was in the heart of Trump country.
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