Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of August 7, 2022
My backyard is home to very depressed worms. I keep finding sun-dried worm corpses on my walkway. And not even after a hard rain—as they might be flooded to the topsoil. It’s like they just have had enough of being a worm living underground and wriggle to the surface for that long-elusive moment of warmth before being cooked to death.
The Minutes of Our Last Meeting - Resist Leftist Insanity!
We want to make America great again. The leftist momma boys and momma girls and momma boygirls won’t be happy unil we’re all wearing diapers and Uncle Sam wipes everybody’s bung hole with taxpayer dimes.
Wedged Between Two Tea Parties
That said, the worst thing I did when I was wedged in between AK and BR was believe them.
Christmas is a time for giving, being with family and friends, and hating every other asshole out there in the shops and on the roads also trying to spread joy and share in the Christmas spirit. Similarly, Hanukkah is a time for Jewish people to desperately try to feel relevant during Christmastime.