He's a Squinter

I logged onto Twitter yesterday with thoughts that I was going to go back to posting, at least for a bit. It was just awful. Antisemitism, people saying personal/paid time off and sick leave were the same thing, the casual racism, bigotry, and hatred. I don't understand why we can't just get along, or, barring that, just live and let live. And now, apparently, hundreds of hateful, banned accounts are back? Cool. Meanwhile, I can't switch over to a professional account because I told a U.S. Senator to eat shit and die. But I can use racial slurs and continuously harass people and keep my account. I could even pay $8 and become "verified".

Literally me logging onto Twitter yesterday.

Anyway, you can keep with my posts on Facebook, Instagram, Mastodon, and Hive Social.

August 24, 1973

Wilberforce is definitely going to hit that man with his bat, because that's what this Wilberforce does.

Seriously, who doesn't know he's in a baseball uniform and that baseball doesn't use goalies?

He can't see the TV and it's only five feet away from him? I don't know what Uncle Ted needs but it definitely wasn't the glasses prescription he was given. Or maybe he should sit further away from the TV.

Uncle Ted has a friend named Ernie and Brutus has a friend named Arnie? Okay.