Thursday, January 25, 2018

You get a letter. And you get a letter.

Regular readers of this blog, all 8 of them, will tell you there's been a distinct subject matter shift in the past year or so. Less griping about advertising. And more, much more, bitchin' about our current political abomination.

This is not just perception. This is reality. And I'm the first to admit it. I'll also admit that this turn to Washington, D.C. has cost me some readers, with web traffic taking a noticeable dip.

Guess what?
I don't care.

I also don't care about the so-called booming economy. Money is not the measure of a nation's greatness. Nor do I believe the Shitgibbon in charge had much to do with it

What I do care about is the future of our country and what we will be leaving to our kids. From my perspective it's not just the brain-dead hugger-mugger in charge that we have to worry about, it's the 52 Republican Senators who are equally complicit and do nothing while the man with the nuclear codes holds DACA children hostage, pays hush money to porn "stars" and tosses around racial epithets at countries and continents.

So today I start my Thursday Thrashing, wherein I write and hand mail a letter to each of these bumbling tainticklers.

First up, the less than honorable Senator Bob Corker.

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