I went for a walk today because it was a beautiful autumn day. Temps in the 70s, clear sky, nice breeze from the south. Maybe two blocks away, the street dead-ends at the edge of one of Cleveland’s Metroparks, overlooking a deep ravine with a creek flowing through it.
Personally, I give Zelensky until the end of the year; I am not sure how much patience the West and the remaining Ukrainians have left.
Biden might have until the end of May after a disastrous election and disastrous interviews and public appearances where it's apparent the soup in his brain is getting cold.
England replaced Liz Truss really quickly after failed policies; maybe the US is finally noticing the effects of good ol' Joe's policies.
I'm still counting on my letter to Putin to get through somehow, damnit... I just know it will count for something.
I arrived at the mighty fine age of 69 this weekend. I want it to count for something besides my fighting to keep the oil and gas companies here in SW PA at bay, or my BLM sign in my front yard, right next to Summer Lee for Congress. I know I kid myself if I think yard signs or writing Putin or calling up Joe Biden 4 times a month is going to do something, but I do it just the same.
I feel as useless as these old fucks in the halls of Congress do at times, and then I read your stuff, OB. It's right on and it makes me and my husband laugh out loud reading it. Just for that, I'm gonna keep on trying.
A nice, thoughtful read, thank you.
Personally, I give Zelensky until the end of the year; I am not sure how much patience the West and the remaining Ukrainians have left.
Biden might have until the end of May after a disastrous election and disastrous interviews and public appearances where it's apparent the soup in his brain is getting cold.
England replaced Liz Truss really quickly after failed policies; maybe the US is finally noticing the effects of good ol' Joe's policies.
I'm still counting on my letter to Putin to get through somehow, damnit... I just know it will count for something.
I arrived at the mighty fine age of 69 this weekend. I want it to count for something besides my fighting to keep the oil and gas companies here in SW PA at bay, or my BLM sign in my front yard, right next to Summer Lee for Congress. I know I kid myself if I think yard signs or writing Putin or calling up Joe Biden 4 times a month is going to do something, but I do it just the same.
I feel as useless as these old fucks in the halls of Congress do at times, and then I read your stuff, OB. It's right on and it makes me and my husband laugh out loud reading it. Just for that, I'm gonna keep on trying.
There’s no such thing as normal in American public life now.