Dumbass MAGA voters

House Republicans spent the past 2 years accomplishing NOTHING, the least productive Congress in history.

But they rose up in unison, not to pass something for the middle class, but to deny an elected trans woman use of the bathroom.

Hate is a powerful drug.

Years and years ago, a lady at church stood up and said that we all needed to do like the song “Stand Up” says and stand up and testify. Even as a kid I knew. Google the lyrics for Mel McDaniel’s song “Stand Up.” I believe there are Xtians who think “Like a Prayer” is religious.

I can promise you that there are actually people who had no idea that Obamacare and ACA are the same thing. KY is full of them, and right now they are saying he won’t really do it. IOW, they believe he will hurt everyone but them.

This…this is it. In a nutshell, yes.

Now that I've fled Leon's site for bluer skies, I'm sure I'll be called an #Ex-X, but personally, I'll always consider myself a #TwitterQuitter.

Just your friendly neighborhood blue dot, coming to you now to say that we are not going to be obedient before laws are even made. They aren’t getting to put us through that with our consent.

Mostly white. Mostly male.
Not America as it actually looks.
America as they want it to look.

We are all judged by the company we keep. Thus, I am keeping my joy and light away from others intent on making misery for other people, be they friends, family, or coworkers. If you go to a party that has fleas, you’ll bring them home with you. Not my problem. 💙

I’m happy today. Gonna stay happy. How do I know? Because I am not alone. This app shows me that I am not alone, just some blue dot in a red state.

Jake Paul should have to fight all of these guys before he gets to fight Tyson.

Those who like my posts are happier, more intelligent, and better-looking than those who don't, according to a study just I made up.

Drinking coffee and gettin cocky. It’s how I choose to live my life. Wondering how I’m 50 and have a zit. It’s like god gave me a cooter-punch.

Living in rural Kentucky is that situation where you go to the local grocery store and some dude comes in and pours his soda on the cashier’s ass while she isn’t looking and everyone is like, “Bless his heart, that’s just how Doodle John is.”

Cats are creepy bastards. They will straight up just sit there and watch you get some.

This could just be my subtle way of telling you I got some.

It’s chilly outside. Time to spend every night with my feet tucked near the hubby’s ballsack.