I am an evil giraffe. Who no longer blogs about politics.
Sinnerman, Nina Simone
You brought it my mind. Liked this one back when I was younger, and thinner, and I cared so much I was a bit of an ass.
At least, in my defense, back then I actually *repaired* physical things, my *caring* involved me using tools to make broken/rotting things at a youth camp good again. And there was so much to do and so little time….
Still didn’t mean that I wasn’t an ass about. An explanation is not an excuse; and I do not excuse myself.
Today’s dementia, to the tune of Paper Moon.
It is only a blood red moon
Sailing over a graveyard sea.
And we won’t all starve to death
If we can eat
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