You ain't goin' russia on us, are Ya?!
We love Ya & need You on OUR side!

Russian Standard. Best I've ever had in my life.


(BTW, one of my classmates in PA school was Russian. He set me staight on which vodka was the best...)

Just seemed appropriate... The propaganda must be working...

hoping against WWIII

It's good to have you here. It really is true: misery loves company...

I'd give anything to be in Canada right now. To have Justin Trudeau as the national leader...

I just want peace and brotherhood.

Two things that will never be possible as long as there's lots of money to be made...

Although a hot dog right now would be nice...

I toid you: drunk...

on a ski vacay. I'm on the east coast so will not be running into the royal couple.

Yeah, Trudeau and Trump couldn't be more different. Trudeau knows how to charm the ladies, much like his pa.

East...West...doesn't matter...

Canada is a beautiful country...

It's what the USA should have been...

why I'm here so much. I think US will survive this and Dems will sweep the land.

It should be required reading: Dark Money by Jane Mayer. An educated population is harder to fool. No more complacency.

any more of this shit, and I'm moving north of the border...

Friday Funday

I bought a whole bag of limes just to get me through the weekend...

I've been here too long to be disingenuous...

longer. I will admit I am afraid we may not be.


Geeze I need a drink.

and I'm planning on blackberry brandy tomorrow with frozen blackberries to act as ice cubes.

The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licóur
Of which vertú engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That slepen al the nyght with open ye,
So priketh hem Natúre in hir corages,
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes,
To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The hooly blisful martir for to seke,
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.



Sorry....you said talk to you, not ask questions...

For anyone curious that's part of the prologue to "Canterbury Tails" in Middle English. Seemed appropriate tonight! I can still recite a big chunk of it, thanks to one of my college profs! Lol, a British literature focus and I became a damn surgeon! In fairness, they did say study what you were interested in before Med school because you'd never have the chance again!