The Squatter Report (Week 3)

“Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey, goodbye."
Gary DeCarlo
 
This President is harder to get rid of than a world-wide pandemic. Bless his heart, he really doesm’t want to go. He reminds of my six-year-old daughter when Lion King was over and it was time to leave the parking lot. She screamed and cried it looked like kidnapping. Someone should send him a “If you love something, set it free,” embroidery kit. I mean he obviously has free time on his hands. It will give him something to do when he is not Twittering.
 
It has been all over the news but I do think it is worth calling out the Rudy G melt down. Honestly dude, I haven’t seen that much face paint since Circe Du Soeleil  award-winning performance of  Idiote.
 
On a lighter note, I finally got off my ass and joined Q. Some join for the Lizard People, some for the pizza. I joined for sheer exclusiveness of all those involved. In the words of the DJ Trump, “there are some fine individuals on all sides of that organization.” Jesus. I recall a simpler time when conspiracy actually attempted to cleaver. When if you merely had to rearrange the name of Henry Kissenger, adding up all the numbers and dividing it by pi, to uncover that he was the actual anti-Christ. Or, when the Queen of England was a drug pusher. Oh, the good ol’ days.
 
Okay, really switching some gears here so cover your ears from the grinding halt and u-turn. Have a couple of podcasts coming up which may be of interest to you. One will be recorded in December. Live from Arkansas, Tommy Hancock’s Pulped! And the other is called The Story Tellers from Vahalla Books. I listened to Tommy’s just last week and his knowledge on the genre of pulp stories of all kinds knows no limits.

In closing, I will leave you with this.

Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone!