We're either watching the end of the GOP or the beginning of American fascism.
— Philip Beckert (@zoobadger) January 27, 2021
There's no middle ground, I'm afraid.
It's Schooner Festival week so I went into the archive for a nice photo of model boats from last year. I'm nearly finished a nonf...
We're either watching the end of the GOP or the beginning of American fascism.
— Philip Beckert (@zoobadger) January 27, 2021
There's no middle ground, I'm afraid.
Wednesday has come again. Presumably. I'm creating this post for future use, so for all I know, anyone able to access it is reading it from the rubble of apocalyptic collapse. But let us not dwell on that!
Apocalypse or not, how goes things in your world?
Happy Groundhog Eve, the night when we go to bed devoutly hoping that the next day will dawn tolerably different from today. All Groundhog Day festivities have been compelled to go virtual, so there will be no day trips in order to wake up with Punxsutawney Phil, Wiarton Willie or Shubenacadie Sam. I hope Balkers are not too disappointed. We won't know until tomorrow whether the rodent-in-chief sees his shadow or not but, speaking solely for myself, I don't like the prospect of six more weeks of winter. Any Balkers in line for that snowstorm destined for the northeast?
You know what to do, folks. Let me know what's up in the comments. Stay safe out there.