The Editor: What is going on, LL ?
I Don’t Like It Either Cat: It looks like the Iranians blew up the passenger Plane. I wonder if the MSM will cover it. Here is our history of the developing story that has since developed.
Loyal reader MST suggested, on 1-8-20, that Iran accidentally shot down its own plane, while shooting rockets at Iraq. They are refusing to let Boeing check the Black Boxes.
This is today’s information.
My Special Thanks to….Mark Wood….From Texas…. for this contribution…..
WHOA! No…you have not taken a wrong turn….I have simply changed the color scheme on Tolley’s Topics so that it is easier to read.
You just relax and enjoy the Fun, Facts, Fiction, Foolishness, and the Damn Truth…..as always, we are here for your Republican reading pleasure!
Scores of people in Australia are deliberately setting fires.
The Editor: What is wanted about, LL ?
Get Out Of Dodge Cat: It’s about fighting terrorists. It does no good to tell them to get out of Dodge, they just go to Laramie and kill people there. You have to do like we did in the Old West. Print up a Wanted Dead or Alive poster. If a dedicated citizen takes care of business he/she/other/both/fluid/GLBTQ, or all of the above gets free Nikes for life, a late nite talk show, and a House or Senate seat from California or New York.
We could include the poster in the Communist Daily Newspaper given every day to every House member and Senator. It is probably delivered by an ex Senator who is now working as a lobbyist for the Chinese.
If you are a Democrat and don’t want to harm terrorists—Wire Paladin–San Francisco. Now he wouldn’t live in such a filthy city—Wire Paladin—-Las Vegas
Ghislaine is becoming more wanted.
We know the Bidens have no scruples. They want them.
Those were the days, in the Old West. You had to worry about a bunch of things including Tumbleweeds.
An Angel Opened My Door
Many years ago, I was driving my daughter and some other children to school. I pulled up across the street from the entrance (as so many cars were pulling in the driveway), and I got out and to help them all across the street, not realizing I had closed and locked my door. Frantic, I tried every door, but to no avail. I ran into the school to get a coat hanger and ran out to the car, which by now was idling very fast. I remember saying, “Oh, dear God, help me please!”
In that split-second, a man dressed in what looked like 19th-century clothes approached and said, “Looks like you need some help.” He didn’t talk anymore, but in a minute he had the lock popped with the coat hanger.
“Thank you so much!” I said. I was so happy. I reached into my car to give him some money, which took all of a second, and when I looked up, he was gone! I looked all around in every direction. I should have seen him walking away because the area was very open and he couldn’t have disappeared that fast. I know it was an angel—my guardian angel, I think, and I will never think anything else as long as I live.