Yannow, I just can’t seem to get my dander up enough to write any good stuff lately. Impeachment is gonna fizzle making the Dimocrats look like fools. Trump is fundraising off it. The American people are disgusted with it. Maybe it will backfire so badly that the Republicans will retake the House. Speaker Blinky has a history of overreach. Remember Obummercare? This is the same bullshit.

I also hope the conservatives in Virginia will get off their asses and vote in the next election. They are seeing exactly what Dimocrats do when you give them power. They’re not only going after the Second Amendment in Virginia, but the First as well. C’mon Virginia conservatives start filing lawsuits. You need to get these anti-constitutional gun laws in front of the Supreme Court.

And that’s all I’ve got today, so here’s a joke from Gary.

A farmer stopped by the local mechanics shop to have his truck
fixed. They couldn’t do it while he waited, so he said he didn’t live
far and would just walk home.

On the way home he stopped at the hardware Store and bought a bucket
and a gallon of paint. He then stopped by the feed store and picked up
a couple of chickens and a goose. However, struggling outside the
store he now had a problem – how to carry his entire purchases home.

While he was scratching his head he was approached by a little old
lady who told him she was lost. She asked, ‘Can you tell me how to get
to 1603 Mockingbird Lane ?’

The farmer said, ‘Well, as a matter of fact, my farm is very close to
that house I would walk you there but I can’t carry this lot.’

The old lady suggested, ‘Why don’t you put the can of paint in the
bucket. Carry the bucket in one hand, put a chicken under each arm and
carry the goose in your other hand?’

‘Why thank you very much,’ he said and proceeded to walk the old girl
home. On the way he says ‘Let’s take my short cut and go down this
alley. We’ll be there in no time.’

The little old lady looked him over cautiously then said, ‘I am a
lonely widow without a husband to defend me.. How do I know that when
we get in the alley you won’t hold me up against the wall, pull up my
skirt, and have your way with me?’

The farmer said, ‘Holy smokes lady! I’m carrying a bucket, a gallon of
paint, two chickens, and a goose. How in the world could I possibly
hold you up against the wall and do that?’

The old lady replied, ‘Set the goose down, cover him with the bucket,
put the paint on top of the bucket, and I’ll hold the chickens.