Joyanna Adams

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Nobody Cares About My Blueberry Absurdities

Nobody Cares

I used to blog on Townhall, and for a while I was doing blogs called “Absurdity No. 349” or whatever. I forgot how high it got, because as we all know, absurdities abound in daily life…so, on this Friday afternoon before the usual ‘scandal’ dump, here’s a few absurdities going through my head:dog smile


Has anyone noticed that all news besides the Presidential campaign has stopped? An American was shot and killed by our government last week for refusing to do something simple like stop protesting, and nobody even said a word.

Rand Paul was silent. Ted Cruz was silent. Donald Trump was silent. Carly Fiorina… silent.

I guess the daily murders of blacks in our cites have gotten us so used to killings we really don’t care.


How absurd is it that we have to keep seeing that young spoiled rich kid who killed four people because he was drunk and raced off to Mexico, and then dyed his hair to look like a drug cartel? Every once in a while I look up, and there’s his mug shot. Do I care? No.


While everyone is talking about Iowa, Obama is starting his campaign to legalize all Mexicans in L.A. Why doesn’t he just give L.A. to Mexico? What’s stopping him? He’s black, he can do anything.  Right now, he can do just about anything.


I started watching the GOP debates this morning, and I’m sorry. I truly did fall asleep. There are only so many sound bites of Rubio claiming that he is going to destroy ISIS, and that’s all that matters, that it’s getting so I wish he would just go over there himself and hop in a tank, and start killing them, and leave the long winded speeches out of it.


I’m sorry, John Kasich cracks me up every time I see him. He has a face I’ve seen in a Supernatural Fun House episode. He’s the guy who at the end of the movie gets caught stealing the old ladies’ pension.


I dreamt last night that my van was stolen on some street where I had parked it. (I don’t have a van) I told the cops the exact description, and the cop lady came to me and said. “Due to your swift response we have FOUND the thief.” The thief was a six year old black kid.

“What makes you think this kid stole my van and drove it for 5 miles?” I said. “His foot couldn’t even reach the petals.”blueberries two

“The kid showed us how he did it.” said the cop.

He put his one hand on the gas, and the other hand on the wheel, while he was down in the foot area of course, he could not see out of the windshield, but the cops thought that didn’t matter.

“I don’t buy it.” I said.

“Do you want to press charges?” she asked.

Well, there I was…the kid was obviously in on the crime and should have to do something, but..what about the adult black MAN who obviously had done it, and put the kid up to it? What about him?

And then I woke up.

And such is life.

As I walked into the kitchen, my husband had spilled a whole bag of frozen blueberries on the floor up, and there I was, barely awake, on the kitchen floor, picking up hundreds of blueberries…

Meaningless in the scheme  of things…but about how I feel today.

Life is filled with thousands of  blueberries absurdities scattered all over my kitchen brain.

I need a vacation.

 

 

 

January 29, 2016 - Posted by | Life, Uncategorized |

2 Comments »

  1. Come to Tasmania. We have blueberries here to live and stay for.

    There are well appointed rooms in the Tavern especially for a drummer.

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    Comment by Amfortas | January 29, 2016 | Reply

    • Blueberries in Tasmania? Can I count them there too?

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      Comment by Joyanna Adams | January 29, 2016 | Reply


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