How Was Your Weekend?

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I came in from cleaning the car and creating a path to it from the front door.

My feet were like blocks of ice when I came in.

We got about 9.5 inches here, which is basically a dusting.

Ollie got his reps in, and we watched a couple of movies and checked the football games.

I’d even watch the NFL to stay away from the news.

That poor guy was murdered on video, and the pigs in charge are doing whatever they can to blame him for being beaten, disarmed, pepper sprayed, and shot in the back, and then shot 9 more times.

An RN nurse who went to check on a woman who was body-checked into the snow bank.

One guy explained to me that “Americans need to learn to carry their papers if they leave the house, but should just stay home.”

Really?

Doesn’t he know that ICE doesn’t need a warrant to enter your home?

This is the America we want to live in?

A virtual police state?

Ruined the weekend for a lot of people.

Check social media…

…it’s just scared Americans wondering how the madness can be stopped.

One of my buddies kids - who I’ve known since the day he was born - is now a Dad.

He’s always been a happy, funny guy…

…I noticed that he was going off about the murder, so we chatted a little.

“I just want my kids to grow up in a safe place. I want to know they’re going to be all right.”

I get all of that.

I also understand that we are being gaslit so that the conversation is about anything other than the Epstein files.

Does fat Hitler care that American citizens are being murdered by his group of traveling thugs?

The answer is an emphatic no.

In fact, I’d argue that they’re counting on it.

“How was your weekend?”

That question has changed a lot in the last year.

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