The Ghost Ship

The sail west took Kadizzle first to Berthold Bay, then to Moose Bay.  At Berthold Kadizzle took a couple swims then got bored.  Heading East Kadizzle ran into the ship named Ghost.  On that ship were two liberals infected as badly as Kadizzle.  The ships tied up together in Moose Bay and had a liberal love fest.  With a few rounds of drinks the laughing and story telling ensued.   In the morning all awoke and the pancakes flew out of the pan.  Winds were light on the way back but it was another good encounter with old friends on the lake. 

Time is flying by so fast.  Kids are growing like weeds.  People you remember as little kids now tell you they are fifty.  It makes you feel like you are one hundred when you see every kid now taller than their mom and dad.

Occasionally Kadizzle gives reading recommendations.  If you can get your hands on the latest issue of The New Yorker read the humor column  about St. Don.   Of course it is about the most insane man ever to hold public office.  If you actually read the things Trump says you cannot help but realize the man is totally crazy.  Recently he was in Montana and gave an incoherent speech.  His minions just cheered and thought it was wonderful.  As a country we have reached a level of national insanity that is beyond comprehension.  Trump is the leader of a cult.  No matter what he says or does his cultist just yell in support.  It is beyond belief.  Trump appoints people to jobs they don't even know how to pronounce.  Trump puts foxes in charge of chicken coops and his minions just cheer.  Like Bill Mahr said every minute you wonder what new idiocy Trump will cook up.  The Hoopleheads love the Trump circus.  Who cares if he destroys the planet, starts a war, or robs you blind it is just fun watching him burn the house down.