Author Archive: Sarah Hoyt

THEY DID TELL ME IF I SHOWED SOME BOOBS THE FUNDING WOULD SKYROCKET: Blog Funding Days, 7 of 15.

Don’t worry. Not my boobs. I mean, as far as I know they’re not anybody’s boobs. Free boobs. And very cute. (No, it’s not click bait. You know very well they’re not female anatomy.)

I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT SHE MEANS:  Hollowed Out.

But our flag was and is still there. It’s the institutions that have grown on the republic, like cancerous growths that are rotten, not the Republic.

STUPID BUT AMBITIOUS PEOPLE ARE OFTEN VERY ANGRY AT EVERYONE:  Mean Old Uncle Joe.

From their perspective it looks like the whole world is pulling on over on them. And Zhoe Bai-Den is dumb as rocks.

SPEAKING OF HATED (NUMERICAL) MINORITIES:  Boobs.

FROM CELIA HAYES: To Truckee’s Trail.

#CommissionEarned

To Truckee's Trail
The greatest adventure never told … until now! In the year of 1844, a party of fifty men, women and children set out for California from Council Bluffs, Iowa. The men and women of this party are looking for different things by undertaking this long journey: Dr. John Townsend looks to find a place where his invalid wife Elizabeth may recover her health. Isabella Patterson with her six children is hoping to be reunited with her husband, gone ahead to establish a new home for them all in California. The devoutly Catholic and Irish patriarch Martin Murphy, Sr. is seeking a degree of religious freedom for his extended family. Just-married gunsmith Allen Montgomery is looking for adventure.
And no one knows what the taciturn blacksmith Elisha Stephens is looking for, all along the California-Oregon emigrant trail – but they elect him as their leader and trust him with their lives.

AS IF HE WERE RUNNING EVERYTHING: Biden Has Spent Nearly 40% Of His Presidency On Vacation.

And if he were, to quote the late P. J. O’Rouke about Jimmy Carter, I’d give thanks on bended knees that the bastard had to sleep, because that would be 8 hours a night he wasn’t destroying America.

Unfortunately it’s a Junta, and the Junta never sleeps.