I’m not talking about Dave Chappelle, Eddy Murphy or Wanda Sykes; that’s Black humor.
I’m talking about black humor, which has always made me giggle. Here’s one example:
Another:
…and still another:
Of course, when FJB / whoever-the-Socialists-maneuver-into-the-nomination “wins” the 2024 election with 200 million mail-in votes cast, that won’t be funny as much as prophecy.
Still laughing?
“Well I’ve been all over this crowded planet… etc. etc.” (with apologies to Paul Williams).
One part of the world that isn’t crowded is eastern Wyoming — you know, the part that isn’t full of Hollywood trendies of the Jackson Hole variety. Or at least, as far as I know.
My knowledge of that corner of the U.S. is limited to a brief sojourn — and I suspect I’m not alone in this — to Rapid City SD en route to Mt. Rushmore (where I got into a fight with the Parks Dept. asshole who was manager of the gift store, another story).
I have to say that I thought the area was very pretty, if on the rugged side, but I have always wondered what it’s like to live there, be it the climate, people, whatever.
I know that South Dakota is famous for its windiness, but surely the Black Hills act as some kind of a windbreak? Is Sundance WY as windy or unpleasant as Spearfish SD, for instance?
As I said, I know little to nothing about the area, and when I was at Mt. Rushmore in early April it was wonderful: cool breezes, morning mist and so on. As I recall, I stayed in a motel in Keystone and while the town is something of a dump — or was when I was there — the surrounding country looked magical.
Here’s the general area:
…and the scenery which I found so appealing:
The reason that I ask all this is because I want to take New Wife on a little trip to parts of the U.S. she hasn’t seen before, but I’d also like to go where I haven’t been, either — or at least, only driven through, like this part of the world.
All personal anecdotes, experiences and recommendations are welcome.
Oh yes, this was predictable:
Hundreds of migrants overcame Gov. Greg Abbott’s barrier along the Rio Grande in El Paso after Texas National Guard soldiers were unable to hold them back.
Next step: fix bayonets.
Penultimate step: land mines on the other side of the razor wire.
Last step: start shooting. (As a Texas resident, I’ll even donate some personal ammo from Ye Olde Ammoe Locquere — I can start off with 200 rounds of 7.62mm NATO.)
Fuck this shit.
And speaking of women needing Nervine:
...maybe with each other, but no man should. And then there’s this:
...I don’t know if there’s enough Nervine left for this one — unless she’s the one who cornered the stuff.
Now for some Good Tidings:
And in Election News:
...keyword: Russia — but coming soon to a polling place near you.
...I guess “We’re totally fucked” was judged to be too inappropriate a summary.
In Legal Notes:
...well, “Jesus” told me she needs a swift cunt punt, but I managed to control myself.
...proving that when it comes to the law nowadays, there’s no room for facts and sanity.
...let’s hear it for the Second Amendment.
In Millennial News:
...well, except that it’s not your fucking money — yet — so they can spend it on whatever they want… you selfish asshole.
In Sporting News:
...and that’s just for the Swedish Olympic team.
...not that anyone would notice, or care.
And when it comes to 
...you don’t say, Jen! Here she was, back then:
...and here’s what she looks like today, around 51:
Still quite toothsome with, I suspect, a teensy-weensy bit of surgical help.
And that’s the news.
Stumbled across these two hotties, both in their mid-sixties:
Marie Osmond (65)
Michelle Pfeiffer (65)
Vintage wines, baby.
Here’s a headline that got me thinking:
The state of Michigan is reportedly pushing a program offering citizens $500 a month to take in migrants.
The program, called the Newcomer Rental Subsidy, is set to provide shelter outside state shelters for “refugees.” The assistance would be available to homeowners for up to a year.
Were I not living in a tiny apartment in Texas but in a large-ish suburban house in Michigan, I might be tempted to take the Idiot State up on its offer.
I know, I know; but run with me on this one.
Of course, there would be (several non-negotiable) pre-conditions for my acceptance, such as:
…I think you’re getting the picture.
Otherwise, of course, the state could stick it up its ass.