The guy on the right is Paul Dowd, who pitched in the Red Sox system from ‘64 to ‘70. Paul, or Bobo, as he was known to us, grew up a few blocks over from me in northwest Detroit and pitched for my Alma mater, Redford St. Mary. He was one of my childhood heroes.

This tells us all we need to know about the depravity of this sorry excuse for a human being. He is truly the reincarnation of Nazi Germany’s leaders.

Admittedly I’m ignorant here, so I have to ask. How did voters elect this guy as a democrat? Was it sympathy because of his health problems? Were there no clues during his campaign that he’d be such a train wreck of a representative?

Especially during these troubling times, don’t forget to just sit and pet your animal every day. It’s convenient and cheaper than therapy!

Dear Canada and other Countries of the World;

Please don’t judge an entire country by its worst citizen. Most of us share your disgust.

Good morning from Michigan, USA. Flowers by Gina, rocks by Rick.

Traveled from Michigan to Washington DC for the rally last Saturday, encouraged by the strong turnout, toured the battleground at Manassas on Sunday, wondering if we’re headed for a second civil war.

First post for me and I greet Bluesky nation with this pic from February at the University of Michigan’s Matthei Botanical Gardens in Ann Arbor. Happy spring everyone!