It's Naked Gardening Day, The Favorite Hobby Of Your Best Or Worst Neighbor
Why though?
Hello and Happy Weekend!
Today is, I guess, Naked Gardening Day, which does not seem like a great idea, even if it were something one was doing in private. There’s a lot of dirt and debris involved. Wood chips … could get dangerous. I would not recommend it. I mean, I guess you could water some plants naked, but that really depends on your whole living situation.
Today is also the Kentucky Derby, which I always use as an excuse to buy fascinators and then never do anything for, because I forget about it and make entirely different plans.
Neither of those things have anything to do with your present today, which you are getting because it is the birthday of one Christopher Cross, the proverbial radio star killed by video. It is the classic web series Yacht Rock, which far too few people have seen, it turns out. Or at least some people I was out with recently. So if you are one of those people, you are WELCOME.
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Talk amongst yourselves!
What kind of bot hell is this? A porn bot replying to a mind fog bot. Just when you think you've smashed them all!
Sick and tired of commentator outrage at their confusion as to why Trump would so mistakenly break everything about America, our economy, our world leadership, our democracy.
As if it was a mistake or some freak accident.
FFS people this is all very much intentional. Trump will try his best to destroy anything in the world he can get his hands on.
So, stop all these bullshit "why is Trump doing this?" articles. You are the one that is stupid, not Trump. He is achieving what he wanted to do, destroy the world.
/rant off, back to Saturday morning . . .