An F-bomb toast!

Dear you,

Raise your glasses, cheers! Here's to all the sense and nonsense we are in the midst of this day, this precious day:

War rolls on in the Middle East; starving souls in Palestine are killed as they rush toward what appears to be food sources, aid for them, for their children. This, and the contingent drama, Israel V. Iran. For once, I can lift my glass and toast our spray-tan president, Trump, who declared neither party knows what the FUCK they are doing. Note: more people are upset with the F-bomb than the pain inflicted on the innocent there.

I continue to do what I can, feeling pointless, to support public broadcasting in my country. NRP affiliates and PBS affiliates all face massive cuts. The urban, dollar backed stations will survive. The rural, remote, and poor areas will lose this gift, this source of information and delight. I declare, sadly, the forces in the House and Senate making this happen (as Trump demands) know exactly what the FUCK they are doing. Cheers, baby.

Zoom in to my new locale, an HOA scandal! (Of course, the ubiquity of this is tiresome.) The buzz is a prominent board member does not own property in our development. WTF? I think the complaining parties are right, buzz at will! Yes, it is legal in the messed up state of Florida for HOA board members to not be real-live owners, but you have to admit, that is a really bad idea. The defenders of the shady board member in question ignore the problematic nature of this, uh, situation, and spend their energy being pissed off that owners objecting to this anomaly were talking smack about this shady dude on Facebook. No problem with the I-don't-actually-own-property-here thing, but a big problem with the fact that they spilled the dirt on social media.  I have to tell you, I am repelled by both sides in this debate.  I do prefer that my HOA board members actually own property and live here. But I also prefer that my neighbor-owners are not complete idiots who spend their time blabbing on Facebook.  Facebook. For the love of god, what is this, 2005?  I declare, from my property-owning-not-Meta-loving throne that neither side in this argument knows what the FUCK they are doing. Cheers again, baby.

F-bombs, glorious F-bombs! Drop them darling.

I'll drink to that!

Cheers,

Joyce