That lying, thieving, cheating, murdering fraudster Alex Murdaugh was given forty years to serve on his myriad of fraud charges.
Even running concurrently, he should get out around the time he hits 95.
Timing.
You are driving along the Pacific Coast Highway with the beautiful pink sunset on your right shoulder as you head south towards Los Angeles.
In the next instant, the road washes out from under you and you crash down against the rocky, jagged cliffs.
Why did you have to build ANYTHING so close to the water's edge?
Now, what did you expect to happen when you saw the piece of land sitting right on top of a sandy hill, exposed to daily wind and seawater assaults?
Perfect spot to build a house.
Sooner or later….
I used to ply my trade as a chef in boutique coastal restaurants in California for a time. In one particular gorgeous location, the restaurant was perched precipitously on a cliffside and every time a seismologic alarm went off in my kitchen, the entire back of the house emptied out. It was almost sure to go off twice a night, but now that I think about it, we never let the customers know.
We just came back, took our stations, and kept churning out the tickets.
What a way to go!
Now, it is no secret that I absolutely adore women.
Ever since I can remember.
All the women who let me in were strong women.
All the women who kicked me out were strong women.
I have always had strong women in my life; indeed, I married a very strong woman.
My nieces are strong women.
A woman president?
I'd vote for Liz Cheney.
Hell, I'd vote for a bucktoothed, one-eyed monkey if it could get the people of this country to stop fighting one another.
And that doesn't mean electing some douchebag dictator wannabe who is telling you to your face that he is taking your soul.
"The last election?"
How much clearer does he have to make it?
A dictatorship!
No thanks.
I just have to hope that somewhere, deep-down in the core of our country's populace is the desire and adamant right to be free and that those people aren't willing to surrender their rights to anyone, let alone this huckster, no matter how mad or alienated they are feeling.
Kind of makes you long for the horror and destitution of war.
So France's Emmanuel Macron is putting on his big boy pants and is calling for Europe to take a stiffer approach with the World's Oldest Gerber Baby Food model Pooty-Poot-Putin.
Gee, if I had a buck for every time I've heard someone say "Boy, I sure wish we were more like France."
So the Governor of Louisiana is all up in arms because some LSU players missed the national anthem before a basketball game.
Along with the added fans in the stadiums, along with all the national media attention, and along with celebrity comes celebrity behavior, meaning, if you don't like it, kiss my ass! (Just like a man might say).
Get over it.
You created it.
You go girls!
Stay well.
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