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The Monday Post Vacation...

...has got to be one of the worst damn days EVER!!!

Now that that is out of my system I have to say, there is something beautiful about being in the White Mountains with no service on my cell. No reason to check Twitter, no exposure to the rantings of a lunatic. It's nice. It's pleasant. Now I'm back to the connected world and I don't know that I like it all that much.

I looked up actions and quotes from guilty people and it's so strange to see that Trump's behaviors and tweets match to a T.

He's so guilty that he's trying everything to stay to afloat and it's just scary.

I see my kids do it. I ask my son, "Did you draw on the wall with sharpie?" He goes, "No, it was my sister." I ask him, "Are you sure you didn't draw on the wall?" He says, "No, I said it was my sister!" Then he throws the Sharpie and proceeds to have a tantrum...he's three.

Trump is doing all the same things, and more, that Nixon did! It's madness!

He really thinks he's above the law. This is what happens when we don't hold our children accountable. I fully blame Trump's parents. They just let their kid do whatever he wanted. He's a petulant little shit. How is he POTUS?!

Anyway...I don't want to any work today. I'm tired. I'm cranky and I want my bed.


Comments

  1. Jimmington @ MarketJuly 30, 2018 at 9:46 AM

    I agree and wonder why when such behavior is tolerated by those that don't heed the good conduct of maturity and civility.

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  2. Thunderbird RunnerAugust 21, 2018 at 8:00 AM

    The key to a good vacation is to return to work on a Friday. Then you get a taste of working again and recover from it over the weekend. :-)

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