Trump and Co. attempting to govern is like 16-year-old me learning to drive in the front paddock in the mini and my nearly driving it into the dam. My father's angry panicked reaction putting me off ever wanting to learn to drive with him again---and ditto for him.I had a look at a righty's blog the other night---all filled with ad hominum anti-Obama attacks.
Articles from Harrangue Man
I hadn't seen the scruff—who looks like Don Music—all morning so I entered the chicken pen to find her thinking her dead and perhaps needing to remove her corpse.As I went in I slipped straight into hyper vigilance—a common trait of PTSD—because of the duck who is no longer here.
"No Richard Burton; it's not Wednesday!"Five minutes later he said it again.Later he said in all seriousness "I was trying to stop you being a dick."That's fair feedback.