The wood guy

Sipping a fresh coffee…ooo that was pipping hot ahhhh very nice. looking out over my frozen wasteland which I happen to like, was thinkin of congress, thier fancy suits and dresses, with thier girlyman hands. The courts, ohh and let’s not forget the smelly-ass pirates and those who have allowed the Crime of fraud to continue unpunished. Don’t get me going on the 50 spies who lied, which we still pay for their cushy lifestyle. Lots to be angry about… a lot.

NANA, an 85-year old Woman, called the wood guy telling him I need wood, I just cannot pay you. Paul delivered the wood, free. Then he fixed her car, her heating/ac unit was crap, so he fixed that as well, raised 20g for her Christmas.

Toxic masculinity, white privilege, TAXES

when a long train of abuses & usurpations

what an odd thing to think about seeing Paul, the wood guy