Nobody Know: What is he SMOKING?
Nobody Knows
Today, the mayor of New York, announced that the legislatures should give all the illegals work permits so they could get jobs at….wait for it….WAIT FOR IT…!
As lifeguards!
Because he said they were all good swimmers!
Now, THIS Nobody would like to know just what the people in New York think about those illegals just rushing to save them in the water!?
What if they are Muslims and see a Jew drowning?
What if they are Mexicans who had too much to drink that morning?
What if they were from Africa, and didn’t speak the language? What if they thought that someone shouting “Help!” meant that they wanted something to eat, or to talk to a friend in the pool?
And didn’t we hear enough about the illegals drowning crossing the Rio Grande? How does the Mayor of New York KNOW that they are all good swimmers?
And most importantly, will there be enough pool opening to give them all jobs?
What? We have MILLIONS of illegals flooding the country. Will we have to build more pools?
I don’t know about you, but I can’t even afford to pay to swim in my local pool this summer.
Growing up in this city, long ago, they didn’t charge you. The pool was free.
Now it’s about $270 and that’s only for a mere 2 hours at noon, and only for 2 months!
No, I’m not joining this year, even though I love to swim, but really, in the old days, they had about four lifeguards…NOW they have over 15 at a time. It’s ridiculous.
So, New York? They will probably hire a lifeguard for every two people. But why should the rich care? They all have their own pools.
Whose going to PAY all these illegal lifeguards…YOU will pay for it! It will probably cost $500 and THAT’s why you better move to Florida as fast as you can…in fact, I have some property!
I’ll sell it to you!
What if this idea goes national? Help me.
Okay, someone tell the Mayor he needs to quit going to Happy Hour with Kamala Harris.
Just saying.
Nobody Goes to the Art Museum…Report.
Nobody Knows—
That I went to the St. Louis Art Museum today.
It’s what I call a trip to what the humanity USED to produce…GREAT works of art, and now..lots of crappy junk.
If art reflects the culture, and society, what is it saying about us?
For instance:
There weren’t many pieces on the Greeks and Romans, but what they did have was astounding. There I am, standing in front of one.
As you walk into the main lobby, trying to get away from Max Beckman, and also the Picasso’s which you swear you could paint in one afternoon, (Why is he so honored?) you see on display, the things that the blacks in St. Louis love the most: Sneakers. Giant Sneakers. Next to that was a destroyed car with graffiti!
Hey, nothing like giving the swamp artists another idea! If the cars aren’t worth stealing, they could use some really cool “I WAS HERE” graffiti.
Then you go past the masters…the Rembrandts, The Dutch painters…the Flemish, the ones who really could paint.
And then…the modern museum.
And you think. WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? We went from carving waves of sheer fabric into marble to a giant picture of solid red? Huh?
Also to report, they have mostly liberals working there. I had to go to the bathroom and some black guy was cleaning it. Well, being as I don’t have a gall bladder I said, “Hey, the nearest girls’ restroom is almost half a mile THAT WAY…why don’t you just step out for a second, I’ll only be a minute”
He got this look on his face as if I had thrown chocolate pecan pie on the Mona Liza.
He stepped into the entrance to block my entering and said with his eyes bugging out:
“No, you CANNOT come in!”
What?
There was a lady employee a foot away.
“Hey, tell him to step away for a minute.”
“No, you’ll have to wait.”
“But, I Don’t have a gall bladder! Where’s your common sense!?”
“No…you can’t go in” she said.
Down the hall was the boys’ restroom.
“Can I use that one?“ I asked.
“Sure! Go ahead” she said…knowing that she had been ordered that our culture is now unisex and that’s very permissible. Very hip. Very cool. You could tell she felt so good giving me permission to use the men’s restroom.
My husband blocked the door.
So, what I did get out of my visit.
Humanity has left the building. It died with the Greeks and Romans. And Gays have ALWAYS been in San Franscisco:
And Elvis is still waiting to get into the men’s restroom, because it’s being cleaned.
About
I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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