Announces its July 4th festivities … really?
Well, well, the true state of Orlando governance is finally exposed.
It’s not that something like this is misplaced and completely inappropriate; the problem is, someone, and probably many someones, thought that it wasn’t.
Check it out for yourself. Just like Disney used to be the funnest place on Earth, I guess Orlando City Hall is the wokest.
The fact that they needed to make an apology in the first place says it all. But look carefully at the wording, “some in the community … some of our residents”, are they truly sorry??? How about changing the word SOME to MOST, if not all?
One last thought. On this day of true significance to the United States of America, and the world, please put aside the nonsense from the left and enjoy the July 4th Holiday. The 4th is for America. Afterward, remember what was said by the city of Orlando and like-minded progressive politicians everywhere. These are people who truly hate America. Vote accordingly.
In honor of the SCOTUS for upholding our G-d given constitutional right:
When is a Shart …?
They really should pay me more.
Warning: this post may have depictions some find offensive, or hilarious. I guess it depends on which side of the fence you sit on.
Last week was the beginning of the summer thunderstorm season. It means heavy rain every afternoon; typical summer weather for central Florida.
Most drivers are like me regarding passengers. If you, the passenger, are not at the stop when I get there, you’ve missed the bus. If you, the passenger, are running as fast as you can but still have a hundred yards to go, you’ve missed the bus. You, the passenger, might not think this is fair, but you aren’t the driver, I am, and I have a schedule to keep.
Still, I’m not completely heartless. It was raining hard, I was a little ahead of schedule, and there was a passenger running for the bus. If someone is within say, 100 feet of the bus stop (approximately three bus lengths), I’ll usually wait, even if it isn’t raining, as long as they run. If they see that I’m waiting and they stop running, I leave. Next time they won’t stop running. The guy I was about to pick up, kept running.
Finally, he gets on the bus, and sure as shit, he’s short on the fare, but it’s raining, and I let him ride.
About halfway to his destination, he comes to the front of the bus and asks me if I have a paper towel or some tissues. Normally, I don’t have tissues, but I do have a full roll of paper towels. Passengers find it nearly impossible to hold on to their stuff while riding the bus, especially if it can spill. But I was all out of paper towels, and I didn’t have time to stop and get another roll from the storage box behind my seat.
I did have some extra Biden masks. In the Free State of Florida, passengers have been riding the bus without masks for many months. So I asked him if he could use a mask instead. He took three and thanked me.
As I pulled up to his stop, the passenger came to the front of the bus again and asked me a bizarre question. “Sir. Do you know what a ‘Shart’ is?”
I was taken aback just a little but I answered truthfully. “Yes.” For those of you who don’t know, a ‘Shart’ is the combination of a fart and a shit.
“Well, while I was running for the bus, I sharted myself. I’m going to go behind those bushes and clean up. Could I have a few more masks?”
“Sure.” At this point, I’m still keeping a relatively straight face even though inside, I was laughing.
He took six.
The passenger now had a grand total of nine Biden masks and I said, “That must have been one hell of a shart.”
He leaned in and looked me straight in the eye. “I feel it trickling down my ass crack.”
Fortunately, the bus was stopped because this is where I lost it.
As he got off the bus the passenger shouted, “Stop laughing. It’s not funny,”
“Yes it is, (gasping for breath), it’s hilarious.”
“No, it’s not!”
He was only pretending to be upset because I could see him smiling as he ran for the bushes.
It took a minute or two for me to gain my composure. Then, I drove off, leaving my passenger to his own devices.
PS – Now you know how we use Biden masks in the Free State of Florida. Go DeSantis.
It didn’t take long for me to find something else Joe forgot.
First, it was his foot. https://davydsblog.wordpress.com/2022/06/18/oops/
June 6, 2022
Do you know what happened on June 6, 2022, at 2:00 a.m. in France? In accordance with his specific instruction, President Macron was intentionally woken up from a night of deep sleep to do something he thought was imperative.
Do you know what Joe Biden did at the very same time? Nothing. Like all crucial activities regarding world affairs, the man they call Potus, left the important work for others to do.
What am I talking about? I’m referring to the basic qualities of leadership, like having the desire (and presence of mind) to acknowledge the heroism of all who took part in the D-Day invasion on June 6, 1944. It was an earthshaking event that altered the course of history for the betterment of all mankind; an event that cost so much … and means so little to our current president (not very presidential).
Joe Biden had no idea that this past June 6, was the 78th anniversary of D-Day until he was reminded by Republican Rep. Kat Cammack at 7:00 p.m. It took two more hours before he responded.
By now, we all know that Joe isn’t running things, but this is just embarrassing. How did his advisors, the people really in charge of this (cluster-fu—administration), let it slip by? I mean, the optic here is awful, and we know that O’Biden is all about the optics.
If there was any assumption of competency regarding this administration, this surely dispels the notion. But wait, it gets worse. This isn’t the first time it happened. Joe forgot last year too, and because nobody reminded him, he didn’t even get out a last-minute tweet.
This man is no president; he’s a fraud, The Commander in Cheat!
Biden fell again.
Just a short post about something with more significance than you might imagine.
I just saw the video of Joe Biden recently falling off his bike. He was riding with a group that was coming to a stop, and he came to a stop as well. Up to that point, everything was going perfectly. But this is Joe we’re talking about and sure enough, he fell short (pun intended). He did everything right except for one crucial step; he forgot to put his foot out.
Every kid knows that when you stop a bike, you put your foot out to steady it until you’re ready to start riding again. It’s true of bicycles and motorcycles too. It’s one of those obvious things we all take for granted, except for Joe.
It makes you wonder what else he’s forgotten …
US President Joe Biden falls off his bicycle as he approaches well-wishers following a bike ride at Gordon’s Pond State Park in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware, on June 18, 2022.Saul Loeb/AFP/Getty Images
is to shoot me in the back.
Yet another very difficult post to write.
Before commenting on something, I prefer to get as much information as I can. That way, I don’t sound like the idiot most people think I am. But at this point, it just isn’t possible.
All the information about the Uvalde, Texas school shooting isn’t available yet, and won’t be for some time. But there are a few established facts. Security protocols were not followed, doors were left open, security personnel was nowhere to be found, inadequately trained and ill-equipped police officers used poor judgment, and children died.
Again, the facts about this horrific catastrophe are not yet available, but already I hear people saying that we need to learn more from this tragedy. We must stay calm, refrain from casting blame, study the facts, debate them, and finally, legislate to keep disasters like this from ever occurring again. If that’s the correct course of action, where are the lessons learned from Columbine?
I agree that we need to do something. I even have some commonsense solutions of my own, but the time for that isn’t now.
At the moment, I only have two questions. First. How much learning do we need to do?
If I see a four-year-old child standing in the middle of the road, I don’t have to see her hit by a speeding car to know that I need to pull over, dodge rush-hour traffic, and get that child to safety.
If I know a heavily armed gunman has breached security and entered an elementary school, I don’t need to wait for children to die before I go in and do what’s necessary, especially if that is my job.
When I think about what happened, I try to empathize with the parents of those children. If I saw that police ignored 911 calls from inside the school and refused to do their job, I’d have no choice, I must go in myself. The only way to stop me would be to shoot me in the back.
It’s really simple math. If the gunman is shooting at me, he isn’t shooting at my kid. The gunman only has as much ammo as he can carry, and the more he wastes on me, the better. If others go in with me then our chances of success greatly increase. Sadly, this fact eluded the trained police officers at the scene.
Oh yeah. I almost forgot my second question. Did any of those police officers, waiting around for over an hour, lose a son or daughter?
I was the only one.
The silent majority isn’t so silent anymore … and people are listening.
When is It, Not an It?
(Please bear with me on this; it was a very difficult post to write.)
When Does Life End and Murder Begin?
In the State of New York, abortion is legal until the moment of birth. I’m not an OBGYN, but it seems to me that late-term abortion is similar to a caesarian section. When a section is performed, a live baby is removed from the mother and lives. When a late-term abortion is performed, a live baby is removed from the mother and dies?
If a living human being is terminated by the act of another just before birth and then removed from the mother, isn’t that murder? If a live baby is partially removed from the mother and then terminated, isn’t that murder? Is a nine-month-old baby placed on a countertop to die from hypothermia a murder victim?
I have more questions.
Is the difference between a caesarian section and an abortion tantamount to murder for hire? If not, why?
Is a baby alive at conception?
Is it alive in the first trimester?
Is a baby alive in the second trimester?
Is it alive in the third trimester?
When does a fetus become a baby? When is a baby not an it?
Why is it necessary for me to have to ask these questions?
When does Life End and Murder begin?
Doctors, do no harm???
What happened to common sense? Doctors, what happened to your sense of decency? What happened to your Hippocratic Oath?
Tell me, New York, at what point in life does an embryo, a fetus, or a baby feel pain?
I have a question for the Supreme Court.
When is it, not an it?