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Taken from my front porch after a rain storm.

Its been a while since I posted here. Here’s a photo I took last fall on the Grand Mesa in Colorado.

Me, serving drinks to my TP hoarding neighbors. That’s right bitches, I’ll make sure you get your moneys worth out of that stash you accumulated. 😈

I'm sorry but really? Sure, Kobe Bryant was great at what he did, putting a ball in a hoop. Yes, it's a great loss to his surviving family. But this guy has gotten more press in the last three hours then the four Americans that died in the 2012 Benghazi attack: Ambassador Chris Stevens, Information Officer Sean Smith, and two CIA operatives, Glen Doherty and Tyrone Woods, in case you've forgotten their names.

Not to mention HUNDREDS of our armed servicemen and women that paid the ultimate price, ensuring our freedoms.

Let's not forget the 2003 sexual assault case which he chose to settle out of court and skirt prosecution. This guy was no saint and to elevate him to anything more, does so many 'True American Hero's' a great disservice.

A friend of mine posted this

Dear Hollywood celebrities, and Sports celebrities, Liberal Talk show hosts and "Famous Actors,"

You exist for MY entertainment. Some of you are great eye candy. Some of you can deliver a line with such conviction that you bring tears to my eyes. Some of you can scare the crap out of me. Others make me laugh. But you all have one thing in common, you only have a place in MY world to entertain me. That’s it!

You make your living PRETENDING to be someone else. Playing dress up like a 6 year old. You live in a make believe world in front of a camera. And often when you are away from one too. Your entire existence depends on MY patronage.

So, keep this one thing in your mind; I’ll crank the organ grinder; you dance. When I want or feel like it, you're MY Monkey; I feed you; you don't feed me.

I don’t really care where you stand on issues. Honestly, your stance matters far less to me than that of my neighbor. You see, you aren’t real. if I don't like the way you act, I turn off my TV or shut down my computer and you cease to exist in my world. Once I am done with you, I can put you back in your little box until I want you to entertain me again.

And you? Really? I’m supposed to care what the director of fluffy tripe made for gullible people thinks about global warming or gun control? Get back into your bubble. I’ll let you know when I’m in the mood for something blue and shiny.

I don’t care that you think the arsonist-set fires in Australia are "climate-change-based" because trained monkey Russell Crowe says so! But I bet he looked cute saying it.

Oh, that's right. Didn't he play a scientist in some movie? Well, that certainly qualified him. I stand corrected..

Also, what happened to you hypocritical b.s. artists that said you were leaving this great country now that Trump has become president? Just more smoke and mirrors! But hey, it's not too late. Don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya! And please, don't forget to close it behind you, We'd like to reserve your seat for someone who loves this country and really wants to be here.

Make me laugh, or cry. Scare me. But realize that the only words of yours that matter are scripted. I might agree with some of you from time to time, but it doesn’t matter. In my world, you exist solely for my entertainment

Don't think for one minute that anything you do or say will change anything that I'll do, say or think.

I think I feel like being ENTERTAINED right now and NOT LECTURED!!! - So, my little Monkeys, pay attention and when I grind the Organ, you dance, sing, smile, and tell jokes to make me laugh, report the News or chase that little ball!

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tattoojim50

☝️☝️☝️ and there it is…finally! Somebody tells it like it is!!!

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Let’s see you little punks smash my letterbox now

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This reminds me of this guy who used to live on my dad’s street.

Every time it snowed, the snow plow would take out his mailbox - and only his mail box. And just to be clear - it was done intentionally. No one knows why, but the driver of the snow plow would target his box and mow it down. He’d call the DOT to complain, and would get an earful of excuses that amounted to “not our fault you have a wimpy mailbox.”

Fast forward to the next winter. First decent snow starts falling, and every kid is hoping for a snow day. It was right around 4:30 am that the whole neighborhood was woken up to this loud CLANG and the screech of tearing metal. My dad made it to the window first and started laughing his ass off.

Sitting out side was one very totaled, and almost ripped in half, snow plow. And these weren’t little pick-up trucks with a blade on the front, we have these up in NY:

Well, turns out over the summer, my dad’s neighbor got himself a backhoe and sank a steel I beam into the ground in his front yard. Then he covered it with a decorative wood sleeve and topped it with a brand new mailbox. When the snowplow driver tried to mow it down it was a bad case of immovable object meets unstoppable force - and the mailbox won. With the plow firmly impaled on the I beam, it was very clear that the driver had gone out of his way to hit it.

Naturally, the DOT wasn’t happy, and the neighbor’s reply was simple: “Not my faulty you have a wimpy snowplow.” They did try to sue him for the damages, but as he had gone to the town, gotten approval for the post and its installation, and made sure everything was up to code, it was thrown out pretty quick.

And for anyone wondering about the driver… He was fine. His job and tighty-whiteys … not so much.