Grumpy Old Recluse

How can anyone accuse Trump of being the worst president in history when he was preceded by that bumbling brain-dead moron Joe Biden?

Best president ever. Most beautiful and graceful first lady ever!

I guess they really don't like blue.

Nancy will be dead and in the bowels if hell very soon anyhow. Adrenochrome can only extend her life so much.

The cat is a liberal.

I really don't care if Bad Bunny is singing at the Superbowl Halftime Show because I quit watching NFL when they kneeled for OUR anthem....

Ditto

This one never gets old

THIS IS THE WAY….

I never grow tired of watching this weak asshole cry like a little girl just before he dies.

😞

We are doomed. LOL 🤪

Shoot back.

Who believes the Constitution should be enforced in Washington D.C.? 👋

But if another American company has a better quality shirt that was selling at $42 each, penny pinchers will now purchase the American made product over the poorly made China product

When I was 12 years old in the 7th grade, we had Metal Shop and Wood Shop. We learned how to operate metal lathes that could shave aluminum or steel like butter. We melted lead ingots and poured molten lead into sand-cast molds to make stuff. We welded with acetylene gas & oxygen tanks, and we arc welded - all with very little supervision. We ran wood lathes, high-speed disk sanders that could take your thumb off, drill presses, band saws, and sheet metal benders. We used just about every hand tool there was, including razor blades and ultility knives for leathercrafting in wood shop. No one got hurt. We learned great skills and made some awesome stuff. Seventh grade! Later years found us in Auto Shop learning how to replace brakes or rebuild an engine. At ages 10 to 17 years old, we would grab our shotguns on Saturdays and go rabbit or pheasant hunting with friends. We never took our guns to school. It never occurred to us. We were usually outside in the sunshine, riding our bikes a distance 12 miles just to go fishing. We would cook the fish over a wood fire on the riverbank and eat them. Everyone knew how to repair a bicycle tire or fix a broken bike chain on the roadside. We carried hand tools in bike bags. Sundays were for church and family. No one took Prozac, Zoloft, Lexapro, or Ritalin. We were happy and healthy.