Author: Catherine

Today is Saturday, October 16, 2021. I have a feeling today is going to be a very lazy day. Just a hunch!

As I scan the headlines on a few news sites, my heart sinks at each one that clearly shows Joe Biden has done nothing but tear down America one day at a time.

Grocery store shelves are bare. Gas is up over $1.00 per gallon. Heating prices are going to rise this winter. Illegals continue to pour into our country with the blessings of Joe and Kamala (she was given one job – take care of the border crisis). We are no longer energy independent. Americans remain stranded in Afghanistan. The list goes on and on.

Ships are stacked up like dominoes off the coast of California, while the Secretary of Transportation (Pete Buttigieg) is off on “maternity” leave with his husband. I seem to recall  many female friends having babies and returning to work within a few weeks. Not Pete. He’s been MIA for two months, and the man didn’t have to give birth.

Someone asked me if I was going to support Trump in 2024. Yes!

Quite honestly, I don’t know if this country will survive 3+ more years of Joe Biden and his incompetent administration. Joe seems determined to destroy everything Trump put into place to better our country.

I know. I know. Joe Biden isn’t really leading America. People behind the scenes are pulling the puppet’s strings; however, the voters who are taxpayers have caught on to his grift, just as we’ve caught on to the fraud being committed by his filthy son, Hunter.  What a pair!

So, as I wander off into lazyland, I hope you have a good weekend and the assholes of the world don’t get you down.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Lazy Afternoon
by Jackie Allen

I’m a senior citizen. I come from an age group that invented protests even if I never actually protested or burned my bra or destroyed any property. I was more of a volunteer working for peaceful political campaigns.

As a senior, I’ve been called many things in my life, but I’ve never been called a “domestic terrorist” until now.

It seems that if you are one of the millions of people who don’t want to take the shot, the “woke” people and the liars on mainstream media like to call you a terrorist.

Silly me. I thought that label was reserved for those who actually perform acts of terrorism. You know … they burn down buildings, hijack airplanes, set off bombs, kill people, destroy property … kill people, again.

Nope. Apparently that is no longer true.

Now then, I have taken one shot. The J&J one and done shot. I have no plans to take a booster shot.

Does that still make me a terrorist or maybe 1/2 of a terrorist?

I’m clueless which is something I’ve become accustomed to as I’ve gotten much older.

In all honesty, the pointless, harmful, crazy name-calling needs to stop. It’s scaring people and someone is going to get hurt. That someone might be me when I wear my “Trump 2024” tee-shirt to Target.

Peace out, brothers and sisters!

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Get Together
by The Youngbloods

“Read my lips: no new taxes” is a phrase spoken by American presidential candidate George H. W. Bush at the 1988 Republican National Convention as he accepted the nomination on August 18. (Wikipedia)

Read my lips: stop paying federal income taxes!

I’ve been thinking about this lately only because the Democrats are trying to run America into the ground with their reckless spending, open borders, and a goal to make everything “free” to certain people living this great country of ours – people who are not legal citizens.

Let’s just call it what it is: socialism/communism.

Each morning, I read the headlines from a few online newspapers. Each night, I watch a couple of news programs on FOX. And, each day, I feel like something big is about to happen and not necessarily in a good way.

Then again, the sane people living in this country just might surprise us all and take back control of the USA.

Hand to God, I hope so!

How did it get to this – this craziness that is out of control? Did it start with President Trump who wanted nothing more than to make America energy independent, put people back to work, improve our economy, get out of agreements that caused more harm than good, and secure our southern border?

Wait. President Trump accomplished all of the above.

That can’t be it. Maybe it started with the insanity coming from the liberals who want to tear down our country and make her a socialist/communist nation. I think that’s it.

Which brings me back to let’s stop paying federal income taxes. If we stop supporting a reckless Congress with our hard-earned dollars then maybe they will have a collective reality check and understand that American citizens – the sane ones – are really pissed off.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

The Times They Are A-Changin’
by Bob Dylan

Dear Love of My Life,

Today is your birthday. I did not forget.

Just the other day, I remembered one very special night when we danced in the moonlight out on that old wooden dock.

There was a chill in the air, so you slipped off your coat and put it around my bare shoulders. You gently pulled my hair out from under the collar, twisting it just a little.

The moon’s reflection on the water gave off just enough light for me to see your wonderful eyes and trace your lips with mine.

Do you remember that night? I will never forget it.

I am so very happy that I met you. You will stay in my heart, forever.

Dear Love of My Life,

You were always the smart one, in so many ways, and you never made me feel small or insignificant. You showed me a world I had never known before … a world through your eyes. Don’t blush, darling. It is true.

Late one afternoon in early spring, we drove to an island in Georgia and we got lost. Did you do that on purpose? I think you did.

We had dinner at a beautiful restaurant on the waterway. If the weather had been nicer we would have stayed outside, but it was very windy with threats of rain.

We dined for hours inside where we had a full view of the waterway and the ominous clouds. No one tried to rush us out the door.

Listening to you became one of my favorite things to do in this entire world. Did I tell you?

A year later, I visited the same restaurant in Georgia – alone this time. You were away flying the friendly skies.

I sat at the same table, and I ordered the same meal, and I looked out over the same waterway, and I thought about you.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

The Look Of Love
by Chris Botti (with Chantal Kreviazuk)