We actually had protestors in our little bitty town here in Indiana.  It came across our radio and I heard the cops dispatched our to the courthouse. Seems there were a group of people inside the courthouse and on the courthouse steps protesting peacefully (we are a mostly peaceful little town after all) when a group of counter-protestors showed up. 

Oh, a question in the back? What were they protesting? Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mention that. They were protesting ICE. I gather they got word of the BIG protest down in the big city of Indianapolis and didn’t want to feel like they had gotten left out and didn’t want to drive the two hours so they decided to stage their own little protest on our own courthouse steps. I’m not sure how they got IN the courthouse since it had been closed for about 2 hours by then, but anyway, back to my story…

Dispatch called out to the PD that there was now counter-protestors there and someone had called 911 and said they were afraid because the “attitudes had become aggressive.” 

I laughed so hard.

Well, honey…if you have the right to protest, someone else with a differing opinion has the right to counter-protest. Just because their opinion is different than yours doesn’t make them the bad person. You being there first doesn’t make you the good person.

Of course nobody got hurt … well … except their feelings.

If I had of known, I’d of gone down and counter-protested. Maybe even counter-counter-protested.  But, only if I could’ve found someone to protest me … you know, just to round out the square…or criss the cross as it were. 

So, I’ve rambled enough for today … maybe I should change my name from Impish Dragon to Rambling Dragon … Rambling Lizard? …  Gregarious Gavial? 

Hey, I kinda like that last one.  Hey Scribe! Make a note to get one of my new fake passports made out in the name of Gregarious Gavial. What does it mean? You figure it out! But the way this world is going, having extra identities is probably not a bad thing. 

But, being able to fly over my enemies and burn everything below me is not a bid thing either, so hey … 

and…

Okay, took me a minute, but I got it.

 

 

That one was easy.

 

 

No kidding! How apropos!  

 

 

The truly annoying part is that someone thought it necessary to put a warning on there!!!

 

 

Pete (Friggin’ not Aussie) wrote a nice little piece to go along with that poster that I agree with 100%, having been of the same age.  Here it is:

 

 

Those are REAL friends!

 

 

YES   HE   DOES!!!

Nothing motivates a man more than to see his boss putting in an honest day’s work.

A Florida court ruled that exotic dancers must cover one-third of their buttocks. 
Now, if only they could pass the same law for the plumbers, we’d be in neat shape.

No doubt! And getting twice the sentence that he gets.

 

 

YOU KNOW YOUR LIFE SUCKS WHEN…..

A black cat crosses your path and drops dead.

You take an assertiveness training course and you’re afraid to tell your wife.

The candles on your cake set off your smoke alarm.

Your chauffeur is on parole for car theft.

You have to take out a loan just to get money for the down payment.

Your children’s school calls to surrender.

The bride’s family throws rocks instead of rice.

Your wife wraps your lunch in a road map.

Your plants do better when you don’t talk to them.

All your modeling jobs are for cartoonists.

I LOVE them!

 

 

A well-dressed man approached a voluptuously beautiful young woman on the street and said, “Would you have sex with me for a million dollars?”

“For a MILLION dollars?!” she replied, more than a little stunned, “Of course I would!”

“Well, would you sleep with me for twenty five dollars?”

“Twenty five dollars? Don’t be ridiculous! What kind of girl do you take me for, anyway?”

“We’ve already established what kind of girl you are; now we’re just haggling over price.”

This one is kinda fun … from dear Stephanie …

20+ Online marketplace sellers with bizarre objects for sale: ‘The “L” from the Chipotle sign in Novato’

Don’t wait!

 

 

I burn about 2,000 calories every time I put on fitted sheets by myself.

 

 

Daughter: Alexa, play “Let It Go”.

Me: When I was your age I had to call the radio station, wait on hold for 30 minutes to request a song, then sit by my boom box for an hour with a blank cassette tape for my song to play so I could record it.

Daughter: I don’t know what any of that means.

 

 

You think you know stress?!
When I grew up, if you missed a TV show you just missed it.
Forever.

And that’s it my friends.  I hope you enjoyed this issue as much as I did. Until next time…