I listened as they called my President a Muslim. I listened as they called him and his family a pack of monkeys. I listened as they said he wasn't born here. I watched as they blocked every single path to progress that they could. I saw the pictures of him as Hitler. I watched them … Continue reading

I Don’t Do Nothing Well (or just another day at the Kirby Zoo)

Before you get your panties in a bunch and call me out on my grammar, sentence structure, spelling, or anything else that might be interpreted as you being a "Grammar Nazi", think about this title. I put it there for a reason. A day or so ago, thanks to long-standing and very annoying dizziness, I … Continue reading I Don’t Do Nothing Well (or just another day at the Kirby Zoo)