Actually it's the Roanoke Market Building but lately I've dubbed it the Mouseket bldg. Mice, feces, and stuff laying around for so long that you can't even figure out what it is anymore. That is what that building is made of. And today they are re-opening it. Oh the joy. What I want is to see a video of the entire city council MAYOR BOWERS FIRST OF COURSE, standing in line to have a meal from vendor's there...I want to see them SIT DOWN on those nasty little benches at the nasty little tables and EAT. IT ALL. Smiling the whole time. Now THAT would be entertainment. And then I want the video cameras to follow them for the rest of the day, including in the bathroom, to make sure they aren't drinking Syrup of Ipecac.
Moving on from mice icky...
So..the band of Wisconsin's university is showing their colors now huh? Guess the days of "if you are in the school band, you must be a NERD!" are OVER! Sexual harrassment on a bus...pole dancing on the bus...lewd conduct...girl on girl action on the bus...oooooooooooooh what a fabulous century we live in (sarcasm)...seems to me we've reverted back to the age of Virginia Woolf...google her and her friends if you like...then you'll get me.
OJ Simpson. Life in prison. IF they sentence him to that, which I have a feeling they will, then one less bastard on the street. GO JUSTICE SYSTEM.
The economy, no comment, as I'm one of the poor broke people barely keeping my head above drowning level. I'd rob Peter to pay Paul, but unfortunately Paul was employed by Lehrman Brothers and he's out of a job and Peter is really a convicted slumlord.
I'm just going to keep doing what I do, love people, take care of my family whom I adore, work hard and keep praising God for giving me another day to do my mission work for him. I have a mission. And I'm on it right now.
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