When many different people tell you that you are a fucking moron, at some point you need to listen and reassess.
When many different people tell you that you are a fucking moron, at some point you need to listen and reassess.
I don’t think so. And it was a LOT of leaves. We’re talking big holes. He would dig a hole, put in the leaves, and stand there with a string trimmer, blasting away at them. Then cover them up. It was especially odd because the city collects them for free. All you have to do is blow/rake them into a pile on the street.
I had a neighbor for a while that ran his gas blower for a couple hours EVERY DAY. I think he had some sort of PTSD trauma and it soothed him.
He also dug holes in his backyard to bury leaves. Quite a …… character.
I deleted all my social media the day after the election, except for my lemmy account. Mostly because I forgot about it. Now I just read a few news headlines and solve a crossword every day. And WHOA - talk about having bountiful free time now. It’s kinda scary.
Am I less stressed? Meh, maybe a bit. But I’ve decided I’m going to find beauty and amusement in the utter self destruction we are about to witness. I’m going to stand over here and watch the fire while I drink my beer in peace.
As I recall, she had a lot of mounting legal troubles over the Ft. Worth billion-dollar flood control project, which apparently funneled taxpayer cash to her son. And then there was that whole trip to Russia to meet with Putin on July 4th thing.