Disconnected Jottings

  Is it a sin to only buy an ice cream cone for one's self?  

 I only sat in it for a minute, and he got all narky.  

 Possible Facebook jail material, which is why I'm posting it here.    

  I'm reminded of a time I went to court to protest a speeding ticket. I was in a line of traffic 5 mph over the speed limit in Milford, Delaware. The road leading out of the town was a known speed trap. The cops were using a new hand-held radar gun and I was singled out. The cop wrote me up for 45 in a 40, but wrote 55 in the margin. In the court I had to face a tribunal of three lawyers. The head lawyer asked me why I was protesting. I said I don't like lying cops. He then said, "The officer was doing you a favor; he wrote 55 in the margin." I said I was doing 45 in a line of traffic, and that I knew that road was a speed trap. He then said, "I know that officer and he's very fair." I said, "Yes but you wouldn't have gotten a ticket at all because they don't give them to lawyers." The lawyer angrily threw his pen down on the table and snapped: "I'm sorry you have a problem with our system of justice!" I said, "I don

 

 I thought Biden's Disinformation Board was set up to oppose false information. It seems I was wrong.

  Me, Joe and Mister Sheila visiting London on a wet day.

 If I was the president I'd turn the White House into a Fun land. We'd have pizza vendors, hot dog vendors, gifts vendors, and there would be a fun fair in the Rose Garden. I'd get rid of Congress because we have enough laws, now, and don't need any more. The Capitol would become a casino, and make money instead of costing money. The Capitol police would become parking attendants.

  Uncle Joe is telling us not to worry about a nuclear war. But a nuclear war would put an end to all our worries!  

"Jobsworth" is a name given to council workers who do the absolute minimum for their wages, and even less if they can get away with it.

When I was young and living in London, we had older houses around our way, and the smoking chimneys in the winter time used to fascinate me. I remember the smell, too. This photo reminds me of those houses but they weren't so densely packed. (I added rain to the photo.)   In later years the Alan Price Set released a record called "Don't Stop The Carnival" and these are some of the words that fit the photo:   But this is England on a winter's afternoon There is no sun, there's just a pale and tardy moon And shivering sparrows on the smoking chimney tops And all the children suffer from cold and flue and raindrops   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hywhSFg0b9w      

Someone dropped a gallon of pale blue paint on the road by my driveway, last night. I tried to wash it down but it was already drying. The park workers saw it this morning and got to work with a power washer.  Click on the link. Paint on the road

 Once again Facebook's Commies are on the prowl, looking for offensive posts and removing them. I posted this one July 3rd, and they locked me out for 24 hours in November.

Trump's worthless gimmick. I don't believe Democrats want it banned. Why would they want a piece of junk banned? A "Revenge" coin? Because he didn't win? And if you got one, what would you do with it, other than stick it in a drawer and forget about it? It's probably a cheaply made aluminum coin with some form of cheap gold-colored plating. When you dig it out of the drawer a year from now, the golden plating will have tarnished. If it was more than just a piece of junk, they wouldn't be giving it away, free. Apart from that, God says: "Do not avenge yourselves, beloved, but leave room for God’s wrath. For it is written: “Vengeance is Mine; I will repay, says the Lord.” On the contrary, “If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him a drink. For in so doing, you will heap burning coals on his head.”… – Romans 12:19,20. And Trump claims to be a Christian.     

 Me and Pope Frank went for an early morning bike ride, this morning. He said he likes to exercise to lose weight but he always brings cake with him on the rides. I'm not talking about a small, individual cake, I'm talking about a chocolate gateau big enough to satisfy eight large men and a small boy. Competition cyclists often carry small energy bars to eat while riding, but Frank prefers a chocolate gateau. Down at the cycling club, the guys know him as 'P.F.' but I call him 'Frank.' Before we do a run P.F. sprinkles the bikes with holy water but some of them still get punctures.

 Pray to your pope, Joe. Maybe he'll save you!

The start of Biden's prayer breakfast with a few additions.    

 Someone has to do it.

Soap, specially formulated just for your arse.