Rock Accountant

I have decided to fully, yet gradually reveal myself a woman. The first step will be to pay for groceries at our neighborhood supermarket with a personal check.

My impression, such that it is, is that the Democrat party no longer has a practical purpose and that Trump will soon marginalize it. We, who are not with the other party, could seize this moment by recognizing that the Republicans are going to get slapped by him as well. We should help him do this.

Tuned into Morning Joe at 6:00 AM. They played “For What It’s Worth” while showing Women’s March photos. This offended me.

I find it impossible to have philosophical conversations with women. They are not interested. They won’t believe this. They confuse being crusted up with aggravations with being profound. They use fear to corner a man’s common sense and dagger it.

Never fight and never lose an unjust war against people you do not know.

Until late last night, I found myself unable to refuse Donald Trump’s legitimacy as our elected President. I did not want to be an infantile sore loser.
Now with the Steelers two games away from losing I am finding myself more willing to hedge my integrity.

Terrorists have always crashed into America with an exaggerated and deluded sense of promise. No matter the ballast of an incendiary dream it will soon break on our shores but until suffering produces entertainment we simply don’t give a shit.
Consider that there are currently more movies circulating about terrorist incidents than there are bona fide ones and that the real ones are insipid by comparison.
If Hollywood thought it could make more money being actual terrorists, it would be time for the world to look the fuck out.
You extremist bags of nuts should be very cautious about arousing the wrath of the American film industry. I guarantee they have a script you won’t like.

I wonder if vetting actors should be permitted to determine whether they believe they are the characters they play in movies?

From my Jewish handbook on cooking meats and poultry. “The first two hours of cooking are just to make sure it is dead.”

I don’t want to write so well that I regret the life I have led without it. My only purpose is to make it obvious to others they might consider regretting theirs.