BLONDES EVERYWHERE!

One of my friends, someone whom I have known for many years, recently posted on Facebook, proving that she is still alive, which at her age is good and almost justifies being on Facebook, necessary because the garbage, fake news, and advertisements would make one think otherwise, but what she posted was born-again crap about Jesus, which you would necessarily think would send me into conniptions were it directed at me, but it was on her own page, so um whatever. Where she's from they do that.

She's been born-again since the Johnson administration.


Surely I mentioned that there are large parts of the country that I never hope to visit. and where the social and cultural norms might send a sane person screaming for the nearest international border.


In some deeper parts of our nation the border is several states over.
Those people are totally hosed. Poor bastards.

With diabetes, gout, and obesity, too.
Plus things in their heads.

Fat sick nuts.

But they've got four distinct seasons, and glorious fall colours. And in some areas there aren't any foreigners, everyone is lily white and meets regularly at Sunday church, the sit-down burger restaurant or chain diner out by the freeway, basement bingo, and the country-western bar on Saturday night, where Debbie takes your order on rollerskates.
Budweiser, Coors, or Michelob.


It's a different time and place, a kinder gentler America without melanin or homosexuality, where no one speaks foreignese languages or puts garlic in their apple pie.
Nachos are the most exotic thing on the menu.
Tuna fish sandwiches.


Why, even medical staff and people wielding leaf-blowers are white!
Oh gosh, it's altogether heavenly!



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