Interestingly I read that Trump wants his staff to limit how much they drink when they socialize with Congress staff. Now he’s controlling their drunken complaints that cause leaks I guess.
Last night before bed my husband said he eliminated Black History Month, Woman’s History Month, LGBTQ recognitions and month. I bet he demanded Indige…
Interestingly I read that Trump wants his staff to limit how much they drink when they socialize with Congress staff. Now he’s controlling their drunken complaints that cause leaks I guess.
Last night before bed my husband said he eliminated Black History Month, Woman’s History Month, LGBTQ recognitions and month. I bet he demanded Indigenous Peoples Day be called Columbus Day again. I even heard he said Indigenous people don’t have birthright citizenship. All I could say when my husband finished this list was “Christ what an asshole”. Forgive my swearing.
Until Trump I rarely used a swear word. Now they’re never ending.
We followers of Jeff Tiedrich on Substack enjoy profanity at it's finest. We group-laugh at the taboo-ness of it. A lot of excellent, thoughtful profane venting goes on there. Laughter is de rigueur. Both are needed to get us through this humiliating national shit show.
My father never swore either. Once in a great while he would mutter "son of a gun" under his breath. OMG. That was pretty profane. But then came Watergate and when he watched the hearings he would quietly whisper "that son of a b*tch". I heard that, Dad! No telling what he would be screaming these days but I think his kids would be cheering him on. Sharon, we feel your pain. Think of it as expanding your vocabulary.
My sister was maybe 17 when she said fu@k in front of my mother and got her mouth slapped. My mother never hit us, really never disciplined us. I have always been able to let out a massive stream of swearing but never found the need to when I could use better words.
Interestingly I read that Trump wants his staff to limit how much they drink when they socialize with Congress staff. Now he’s controlling their drunken complaints that cause leaks I guess.
Last night before bed my husband said he eliminated Black History Month, Woman’s History Month, LGBTQ recognitions and month. I bet he demanded Indigenous Peoples Day be called Columbus Day again. I even heard he said Indigenous people don’t have birthright citizenship. All I could say when my husband finished this list was “Christ what an asshole”. Forgive my swearing.
Until Trump I rarely used a swear word. Now they’re never ending.
We followers of Jeff Tiedrich on Substack enjoy profanity at it's finest. We group-laugh at the taboo-ness of it. A lot of excellent, thoughtful profane venting goes on there. Laughter is de rigueur. Both are needed to get us through this humiliating national shit show.
Black comedy is an excellent coping mechanism.
My father never swore either. Once in a great while he would mutter "son of a gun" under his breath. OMG. That was pretty profane. But then came Watergate and when he watched the hearings he would quietly whisper "that son of a b*tch". I heard that, Dad! No telling what he would be screaming these days but I think his kids would be cheering him on. Sharon, we feel your pain. Think of it as expanding your vocabulary.
My sister was maybe 17 when she said fu@k in front of my mother and got her mouth slapped. My mother never hit us, really never disciplined us. I have always been able to let out a massive stream of swearing but never found the need to when I could use better words.