Alright, fun’s been had. Food was eaten. Gifts were exchanged. Booze was drunk and weed was smoked. A new year is dawning, and now we need to get down to brass tacks. This is a warning and a call to action. (No, seriously.)
I’m sure you’re sick of this topic, too, but I am gonna prattle on anyway. As someone who has lived in (as in ‘been in the system of,’ not just visited) two other countries besides the United States, I wanted to share some stories about my experiences in health care.
Alright, one final piece on American politics, and then I am going to liberate myself and go back to writing silliness that will hopefully make a few people smile and improve someone’s otherwise dreary day just a bit.
I recently got into a… discussion with a friend of mine on a certain social media app. I thought it was interesting, simply because even though she and I have essentially the same views, we can disagree on the fundamentals. I have copied and pasted the chat here. See what you think. Comments welcome.
On this blog, I like to poke fun at Mr. Mitch McConnell, Republican representative from the bizarro state of Kentucky. Tonight, however, I want to write a letter to Mr. McConnell to let him know that his life is no joke. It’s not funny. And when his body dies, he will learn just how horrible his life has been.
I used to have a laundry list of fix-alls to try to restore the United States to its intended glory, but now I think that the simplest solution is the best place to start. Read on to learn what that is…
