Don't blame Trump. Don't blame Pelosi.

poor georgie’s almanack. (About a 20 seconds to read.)

In concept, Democrats want to build up existing infrastructures and services, usually using tax money.  

Republicans, of course, want the same things (like better health, roads, etc.).  

The R’s generally want businesses to pay for them, and for the businesses to make money, which will be taxed after expenses are passed on to the users who, amazingly are the same people as the taxpayers.  

The unfortunate truth is that nothing will happen until WE, the ordinary taxpayers and voters, agree that either way WE will have pay for them.  

If we don’t agree, forget about America ever again being the shining light on the hill.  

We will just flame out. 

Morality

 poor george’s almanack:   

Morality. 

Some things do not change.

Dr. Seuss cartoon October 1, 1941.

Question #3

poor georgie’s almanack: 

Millennials question for candidates #3.  

I worry that I cannot to pay off my college loans, find reasonable housing and medical care, afford to raise a family, take care of my parents, and breathe clean air.  

What do you suggest other than an opioid?

The Hole Truth

poor georgie’s almanack:

Genealogy and Astronomy are so much alike.  

The more you investigate, the deeper you get into a black hole from which nothing escapes.  

The Day The Dinosaurs Died

poor georgie’s science almanack:  

The Day The Dinosaurs Died

What will emerge after the next round of mass extinctions, when the world as we know it dies?  

Curiously, after the dinosaurs disappeared, a niche was available for small mammals to thrive and become us.  

solutions

poor georgie’s almanack



    In my 20s, it was clear that the solution to my ills, and those of the world, was a vodka martini.

     In my 30s, the cure to any problem, one way or another, revolved around a roll of duct tape.

     In my 40s, I learned the answer to Life, the Universe and Everything was 42.

     In my 50s, things were looking up and satellites quickly replaced plastics as the obvious remedy.

     In my 60s, fat free frozen yogurt.

     In my 70s, naps.

     Now, unbelievably, the new solution is something very old ... WD-40.

     Pretty slick, eh?