Paul Ryan's skin

Today's Father's Day, a holiday, of sorts, pretty much invented by Hallmark, anything to sell a card, you know?  My Dad died a bit over 12 years ago from lung cancer.  Between the experimental chemo and the radiation treatments it was not a good year, so, rather than wonder down that maudlin path, I thought I'd talk about Paul Ryan instead.  You know who I'm talking about?  He's in politics?  Kind of, sort of, runs the House of Representatives... sometimes?  Well, Paul gave an interview today where he actually said he's supporting Trump because the people voted for him.  Take a deep breath and read that last sentence again.  He is not supporting him because he'd make a great President, nor because he is a fair and open minded individual.  Paul didn't say he was supporting Trump because he'd even be a good President.  Nope.  He didn't highlight any of Trump's qualifications which set him above the rest, not at all.  Instead, Paul dumped this whole thing into the laps of the people.  They were the ones who voted for Trump.  One can only wonder if the Republicans had actually put some thought into their primary process and voted for...oh, say Daffy Duck, would Paul support him as well?  I mean, if Daffy Duck had won the hearts of a majority of the Republican voters would Paul be right behind them.  Would he actually say, "I'm supporting Daffy" because they voted for him?   Hhhmmm me thinks not.
Anyway, Paul looks good shirtless.  Funny thing, it seems as though more people Google 'Paul Ryan Shirtless,' then they do 'Paul Ryan budget,' or Paul Ryan politics, or... well just about anything else to do with Paul Ryan.

cute, eh?

Maybe, if Paul really wants people to get behind Donald Trump, he should take more shirtless pictures.  Maybe even holding up a Donald Trump bumper sticker, or maybe a copy of Donald's book.  Come on, Paul, don't you know anything about subliminal messaging?  If you want us to get behind you, and support Donald the same way you do, well, you're going to have to show us a little more skin.

Eternity without a Break

My 82 year old mother is constantly berating me about my lack of religion, in fact, if I had a nickle for every time she's told me I need to find Jesus I could buy myself a really, really good bottle of wine.  This doesn't mean I don't want to be religious, it's just that in my mind there are several issues, one of the most important being the thing about 'everlasting life.'  I don't understand why anyone would want to have everlasting life, especially since you don't know what you're going to be doing.  The Bible isn't very specific about either Heaven or what you're going to be doing when you get there.  My Mom thinks it's going to be like an eternal family reunion.  Me?  I hate family reunions.  All everybody does is either talk about themselves or someone else, you know gossip, and it will never stop, it will go on forever, and ever, and ever.
My friend Hennie could sum up Heaven in one word: Bingo.

That's right, Bingo.  She loves to shout out "Bingo!"  People are warned to not get her started on the subject because she has adventure, after adventure, after adventure poring over her Bingo cards.  Me?  Hey, I like Bingo, but there's no way I'd want to play it forever.  I can't even imagine some never-ending caller shouting out numbers.  In fact, I can't think of one single thing I'd like to spend the rest of eternity doing, even playing Video Games, and I do like my Video Games.  It would mean never, ever being able to say, "gimme a break."