John R. Quinsey, PhD
@quijon40.bsky.social
A Maine Yankee retired in FL. Army vet. ASU PhD. Clinical Psychologist & Family Therapist. Reads a lot & likes to cook. Married (to the same person) 50 + years.
I support what you say and your right to say it!
February 11, 2026 at 12:52 AM
I support what you say and your right to say it!
RFDS on PBS (Royal Flying Doctors Service in Australia)
February 8, 2026 at 2:42 AM
RFDS on PBS (Royal Flying Doctors Service in Australia)
Senator Chisel-chin has an epiphany!
February 4, 2026 at 2:46 AM
Senator Chisel-chin has an epiphany!
They are always around, these people. The ones happy to advance themselves at the expense of others. I bet he’s heavy into iron lung stock.
February 1, 2026 at 7:48 PM
They are always around, these people. The ones happy to advance themselves at the expense of others. I bet he’s heavy into iron lung stock.
Yes, that fits.
January 28, 2026 at 2:30 AM
Yes, that fits.
And what do you suppose her name for you is?
January 28, 2026 at 2:28 AM
And what do you suppose her name for you is?
What the hell, enjoy!
January 2, 2026 at 2:31 AM
What the hell, enjoy!
Also gorgeous. What would you call this style?
January 1, 2026 at 12:39 AM
Also gorgeous. What would you call this style?
That’s a beauty!
December 19, 2025 at 10:58 PM
That’s a beauty!
And I was just awarded The Deputy Custodian of the Eternal Fountain of Inexhaustible Knowledge prize by the Trump University alumni association.
December 7, 2025 at 2:27 AM
And I was just awarded The Deputy Custodian of the Eternal Fountain of Inexhaustible Knowledge prize by the Trump University alumni association.
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding— riding—riding—riding
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding— riding—riding—riding
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door
December 6, 2025 at 9:26 PM
The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding— riding—riding—riding
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding— riding—riding—riding
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door
In other words, none of the people announcing the capture had anything to do with its success. It was the career civil servants who did it, not these bozos!
December 5, 2025 at 2:08 AM
In other words, none of the people announcing the capture had anything to do with its success. It was the career civil servants who did it, not these bozos!
P.S. That is a very crappie salute from our Secretary of’War.’
November 25, 2025 at 1:49 PM
P.S. That is a very crappie salute from our Secretary of’War.’
Rebecca, Apple! I’m not going to remind you again.
November 23, 2025 at 11:46 PM
Rebecca, Apple! I’m not going to remind you again.
You are correct. WWII was the last war. The rest of the killings were ‘police actions’ and so forth. Now, here we are go again.
November 22, 2025 at 12:59 PM
You are correct. WWII was the last war. The rest of the killings were ‘police actions’ and so forth. Now, here we are go again.
So sorry for this ordeal. All my hopes for your recovery.
November 21, 2025 at 11:47 PM
So sorry for this ordeal. All my hopes for your recovery.