Yep. Lock 'em up early.

And they want to be famous but nobody's beating down their door

to cast them in a new movie.

Well, can we WAY raise the price of guns and bullets?

Make ‘em pay.

From your keyboard to God's Heavenly Screen, George!

I find that beautiful surroundings, especially green and leafy ones

can be calming and restorative, especially if your old job was stressful. A time of unwinding, untangling, and less combative. Parks and open places can be therapeutic as can be. Go where it’s green and leafy. Where the only tweeting is what the birds do. Peaceful surroundings where you can contemplate and you don’t hear traffic noise or other dissonance. Trees really feed my soul, maybe because I lived for decades in L.A. where there was so much pavement and crowding and noise.

Seaside, lakeside, or riverside. Water can be very calming even just to look at. There’ll be birds to observe. I read in Julia Cameron’s book “The Artiss Way” a recommendation to take yourself on an “artist date”. Where your senses can be fed and indulged. The sights and sounds and scents and everything. It nourishes the spirit. Seriously! Even if you just find your way to a quiet shady green ‘n’ leafy spot and sit there or stretch out on a blanket or beach towel. Take some deep healing breaths and just be. No one’s ordering you around, cutting you off, acting unreasonable or impatient or unkind, or telling you what to do.

And ask yourself: don’t you deserve it? And the answer is and will be YES.

Looks old and dissipated.

A shade of his former self, whatever that was.

My Ass Ginni doesn't discuss political activities with her husband.

She’s a devious person. She’ll always find a way around it. I bet they have their own private codespeak.

But they're reliably the first to take to the "holier than thou" podium

and carry on about how “Christian” they are.

It’s not for me to judge but I’m tempted to point out that they’re the types who Our Lord drove out of the temple, and later showed up to condemn Him and call for His crucifixion.

Fourteen years of Catholic school still pushes me straight over to that opinion.

Man-oh-man did I love that album when I was a kid!

I played it til it was sandpaper.

Saving this - to relish later.