The cupcake

The lovely DIANA sent me a card with a cupcake on the face of it. No, she didn’t email it, she personally made a card just for me and sent it to me in a snail mail. Remember snail mail? And those warm fuzzy things you used to get in them that you could touch and enjoy? The internet is wonderful, but for warm and fuzzy you can’t beat getting something that you can feel with your fingers.

I eagerly opened the card hoping that she had enclosed a picture of her ‘cupcakes’, but no such luck. *sighs* I’m teasing of course, I know little about her and have no more than a passing interest in her. Hell, who am I kidding, spirit loves looking at cupcakes, I have lots of pictures of cupcakes on my computer, I’ve posted some of them on my blogs. Artful ones, I don’t do hard porn and vaginas, just art. Some would call boobs porn but I don’t.

It really is a lovely card. She has very nice penmanship. My penmanship looks like a monkey wrote it with his tail, or his dick. And she had very nice things to say about me, I guess she can see under the grumpy exterior. The card now presides on my bulletin board.

I wasn’t going to do a tax return this year, but the government wants to give me 300 bucks for fifteen minutes of work to fill out the form. A stimulus payment they call it, hoping that we will use the money to kick start the economy. But I’ll use it to pay off the rest of my new computer, fuck the government and the rich.

A DRY TOWN ….. In a small midwestern conservative town, there wasn't a place to get a drink for miles around, so a local entrepreneur saw an opportunity: He started to build a tavern. Liking a "dry" town, the local church started a campaign to block the bar from opening with petitions and prayers. The businessman was polite when congregants came to protest, but work continued on the tavern.

But the night before the grand opening, a lightning strike hit the bar and it burned to the ground. The church folks were rather smug in their piousness after that -- until the bar owner sued the church on the grounds that the church was ultimately responsible for the destruction of his building, either through direct or indirect actions or means.

The church vehemently denied all responsibility or any connection to the building's demise in its reply to the court. At the first hearing, the judge held up the paperwork and looked at the lawyers on both sides of the lawsuit. "I don't know how I'm going to decide this," the judge said, "but as it appears from the paperwork, we have a bar owner that believes in the power of prayer, and an entire church congregation that doesn't."

THE RIGHT TO DIE

Hey, have a great day, simply and peacefully, hugs…. BBC