Did You Ever Have That Dream Where the Conspiracies Started Coming True?

That's what my week is looking like.
It's completely my own fault. 
I'd been reading mostly "Comfort Reading" this summer. The first part of the year had been personally stressful (Dead brother-in-law, husband with persistent respiratory infection, suddenly having to hunt down an assisted living place for my brother, my daughter's open heart surgery, my own knee replacement surgery and recovery.)
It was a lot to cope with.
So, this summer, as part of my healing process, I chose what might be called Cotton Candy Reading. 
Light. Not dark. Melts away quickly.
Over the last month, I'd tired of the fluff, and turned to more serious acticity.
Right now, I'm reading Jack Cashill's TWA 800.
It's very detailed and informative, and sheds light on some of the minor, or behind the scenes players. Many of them were Obama acolytes.
Some are still hanging around making trouble for Trump.
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I have a solution.
Label all restrooms, not Men or Women, but Penis and No Penis. Those using them can identify any way they want to, but if a Dick (and anyone with one who enters a lavatory meant for those without them SHOULD be called that name) enters, he is committing a crime of a sexual nature and will be prosecuted. 
Problem solved.


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