Trump a genius???

Christie and Giuliani are calling Trump a genius for avoiding paying taxes for as much as 18 years! What kind of genius does it take to lose $916,000,000 in one year? How many other years did Trump's "genius" cost him untold millions?

Why doesn't Trump release his taxes, school records and health records? Could it really be that he has a lot to hide and just wants to "wait it out" and hope no one notices what a sleaze he is?

Would average Americans be geniuses if they didn't pay their fair share of taxes too?

Besides, Trump probably has nothing to do with his taxes. That chore would fall upon his legions of accountants...so he would not qualify  as genius...maybe his acountants, eh?

Why is Trump not in the news every day for his upcoming rape (of a thirteeen=year-old girl) trial? How does he avoid constant media attention for all the accusations of sexual misconduct? Just because he denies it all is not enough reason to give him a pass. Hillary's campaign should be all over him for the rape charge! What are they waiting for?

We might as well vote in Jed Clampett.

Trump tongue twister

Donald Trump sat on a stump.
The stump thunk that Trump stunk
and Trump thunk the stump stunk.

Sawllows...can it be?

Yesterday, February 26th, I was sitting outside and all of a sudden several birds came swooping toward me, up and over the deck railing. One was heading right for my face and I flinched. As they veered off, I swear they were swallows! This is the earliest time of year I've ever witnessed them. These would be the early scouts who show up a few weeks before the hundreds yet to come. They're more than two weeks before I've ever seen them before. Indeed, there was a mild winter here with less cold and more rain than usual...but swallows in Februaary?!

Note to Jeff Besos

I was watching Youtube videos of 'Undercover Boss". Perhaps it would be a good idea for you to go undercover to understand why so many Amazon employees despise their jobs, the inane micro-management, the lack of respect, etc.etc. I have known many valuable people who hate the company and who have left...or want to.

Seattle Mariners! What a joke!

Fifteen to one! Twenty-two ten! These guys are all millionioanires! What a freeking joke! At least they never receive a penny from me.

Ackley

Ackley got a hit? today (a bunt!) ??!!! He's right down there with Chone Figgins!

Good Neighbors...update

So...there was a water main break next door. I drove over there in my tractor to investigate, The neighbor guy comes over and asks me if it would be okay if he cuts the TALL grass in front of my fence. I tell him I ran out of money a long time ago...my weed-eater doesn;t work, the lawnmower is broken, and the roto-tiller don't start...everything I have is broken and I can't afford to fix anything. (This is the same neighbor who helped me fix my wind-downed fence...Good Neighbors Make Good Fences. ) I tell him it would be fine if he wants to cut the tall grass in front of my house...

So...I wake up from my first nap of the day and go outside to have a look at the Sunday crossword puzzle. I hear a machine out front and go out to have a look. There's a ten-year-old boy operating a weed-eater in my front yard. I have a brief chat with him and he says, "I can cut around  your mailbox if you like." I tell him to come have a look...my lawn is completely is overgrown, the gardens are toast and everything is broken. The young neighbor boy goes back to work...on MY front yard.

I have no idea whatever may have created such wonderful people but...I am thankful and humbled. There really are some good people in the world.

Update...

Alas! The young boy didn't know. He had asked me if he should cut around my mailbox. "Sure", I say.

My mailbox is in the middle of a small, enclosed garden with six, wild rose plants of differing colored blooms. They flower all spring, summer and fall. They're beautiful! Well, not any more. They've all been cut down to ground level. I planted all those roses about fifteen years ago and, some years, that's the only area of my gardens that I take care of.

The lad didn't know. I didn't tell him.

The other, more traditional, rose bushes I have in various places around the property grow to fruition every year no matter how much (or when) I trim them back. I'm keeping my finger crossed that the beautiful flowers in the little garden where my mailbox stands awkwardly by the street will rebound and I can dry the tears of potential loss.