She Named Her Maxwell?
So Jessica Simpson had a baby girl and she named her Maxwell.
Please explain.
One of those lonely old days of observation and opinion. I seem to have strung about 47 years of those types of days together.
There's a lawyer here in Buffalo who supposedly went to a golf and martini party, drove his impaired ass towards home, decided to answer a tweet, and ran over a young girl on a skateboard throwing her about 170 feet to her death.
This is all alleged, of course.
He then allegedly hung out for a little while pretending that he allegedly didn't know that he killed the girl, and once he had time to think about it, he decided to atone for his tragic mistake by fighting the charge.
Suddenly, he didn't do it.
Man...how could you ever live with yourself?
Now I'm not to say that drunk-driving doesn't happen. People know better, but they still do it. There's really no excuse. It's a callous act. But you know what's even lower?
Yep, using your clout and power to totally disregard your responsibility for your bullshit actions. The doctor has really lawyered up and the witnesses are now being asked if they are sure it was a dark blue car and not a black car.
"It's the one with the dent in front parked in the driveway of that drunken pompous ass," would have been my answer.
Allegedly.
And to back that story up the beautiful newscaster on Channel 2 here in town, Mary Alice Demler, (she's no Kathy Fazzolari) went to story number 2.
The one where the Dad beat his son to death with a rolling pin because the kid was not serious enough about his future. (The kid was ten).
If beating your sons to death for a lazy attitude was justified it would just be Kathy, Me and the dogs here and one of the two dogs would be on shaky ground.
Guess what?
The father claims he never once hit his son before the incident that caved in his head. Somehow we are supposed to garner a bit of sympathy in that he 'snapped.'
Have you ever snapped with your kids?
I have.
I threatened no X-Box for three years, took the phone away for a half an hour, and even sent a couple of them to bed way earlier than they might have liked.
20 minutes later after thinking about how much I love them to death I relented.
"Here's your phone," sorry for snapping. "Try to do better."
The guy is on suicide watch at the jail. I'm not sure the guards are in such a position but perhaps one of them should drop a razor blade on the floor near the cell and go on a long coffee break.
That might be what that father needs the most right now. He certainly doesn't need a lawyer telling him that he should clam up, find a mental disorder in a health book, and claim that Jesus is now front and center.
Damn!
And I used to be a bleeding heart liberal.
What sort of world will Maxwell Johnson be living in as she grows?
Right now Jessica Simpson is nursing her out there somewhere.
That poor kid has to know that life will degenerate quickly.
Please explain.
One of those lonely old days of observation and opinion. I seem to have strung about 47 years of those types of days together.
There's a lawyer here in Buffalo who supposedly went to a golf and martini party, drove his impaired ass towards home, decided to answer a tweet, and ran over a young girl on a skateboard throwing her about 170 feet to her death.
This is all alleged, of course.
He then allegedly hung out for a little while pretending that he allegedly didn't know that he killed the girl, and once he had time to think about it, he decided to atone for his tragic mistake by fighting the charge.
Suddenly, he didn't do it.
Man...how could you ever live with yourself?
Now I'm not to say that drunk-driving doesn't happen. People know better, but they still do it. There's really no excuse. It's a callous act. But you know what's even lower?
Yep, using your clout and power to totally disregard your responsibility for your bullshit actions. The doctor has really lawyered up and the witnesses are now being asked if they are sure it was a dark blue car and not a black car.
"It's the one with the dent in front parked in the driveway of that drunken pompous ass," would have been my answer.
Allegedly.
And to back that story up the beautiful newscaster on Channel 2 here in town, Mary Alice Demler, (she's no Kathy Fazzolari) went to story number 2.
The one where the Dad beat his son to death with a rolling pin because the kid was not serious enough about his future. (The kid was ten).
If beating your sons to death for a lazy attitude was justified it would just be Kathy, Me and the dogs here and one of the two dogs would be on shaky ground.
Guess what?
The father claims he never once hit his son before the incident that caved in his head. Somehow we are supposed to garner a bit of sympathy in that he 'snapped.'
Have you ever snapped with your kids?
I have.
I threatened no X-Box for three years, took the phone away for a half an hour, and even sent a couple of them to bed way earlier than they might have liked.
20 minutes later after thinking about how much I love them to death I relented.
"Here's your phone," sorry for snapping. "Try to do better."
The guy is on suicide watch at the jail. I'm not sure the guards are in such a position but perhaps one of them should drop a razor blade on the floor near the cell and go on a long coffee break.
That might be what that father needs the most right now. He certainly doesn't need a lawyer telling him that he should clam up, find a mental disorder in a health book, and claim that Jesus is now front and center.
Damn!
And I used to be a bleeding heart liberal.
What sort of world will Maxwell Johnson be living in as she grows?
Right now Jessica Simpson is nursing her out there somewhere.
That poor kid has to know that life will degenerate quickly.
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