Some weekends it just doesn’t pay to get out of bed.
If someone you loved was ill, and there was something you could give them to make them feel better, wouldn’t you? If there was something proven to ease pain, stop seizures and bring back cheerfulness, would you give it to them?
Ah, ‘tis the season. I have never figured out if it is Hallowistmas or Christoween. It’s the time when you can start stocking up on Halloween stuff and buy an artificial Christmas tree and lights in the same store, on the same day.
In terms of transparency, the 2016 presidential election is seriously lacking.
Okay, I’m going to mention this once, get it out of the way, and hope that’s the end of it. But at the same time, I feel the need to say something. I begin with two statements:
Does transparency matter?
As anyone who has looked at my figure knows, food is my favorite dish. Well, most food, anyway. Because of this, I sometimes find myself musing on the subject.
Disclaimer: I am a young, white male. You may have noticed as much from looking at the photo directly to the right. That’s me. As a result, I have absolutely no idea what it means to be a black person in America. I don’t intend to pretend as if I do, either. I have, however, spoken with young African-Americans who do know what it’s like, and I have done my homework on the impact certain legislation has had on the black community.
It’s kind of a hodgepodge today, folks:
Donald Trump will be heading to Detroit on Saturday to visit a black church in an attempt to court African American voters and show America that he is not a racist. It’s likely, however, that ship has long since sailed, because as the polls suggest, the Donald is on the verge of an election of historical proportions. And not in a good way.