On-Going Sad Saga: “Of COURSE I Was Correct!

I Was Correct! Here Was My Heady, Bona-Fried “Brilliant” Prediction From Months Ago: “Russia is Gonna Invade Ukraine.” Yes. Lance Is A Rocket Scientist

I Am So Fukkin “Prescient” & Smart!

Hahaha!

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You Don’t Strap On A Condom If You Don’t Intend to Fuk! Over A Hundred Thousand troops On The border!

Are You fukkin’ Kidding Me?”

I Stand With Ukraine!

Roads to Moscow

Credit: Al Stewart

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My Last Wife was Married to a Ukrainian;

Be’fore I stole Her Away From Him,

I Met him.

We became fast friends

(He was a Veteran of the Afghan Came-Pain Game)

Was wounded in battle

Uncle Bob:

Twice

We connected.

We Had A-lot In Common–Namely a Woman)

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What’s Sleepy Joe gonna Do?

Fuckin’ Nothing!

Absolutely Fukking Nothing

‘Cept Maybe Take A Nap

*****

“Roads To Moscow”

“They crossed over the border, the hour before dawn
Moving in lines through the day
Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay
Waiting for orders we held in the wood…”

Cred: Al Stewart

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On The Border

This is a Sad Song, but so

Meaningful for Today

I’m Just Glad

I’m on The Back-Nine of Life

&

I Won’t Live To See What Is About to Happen

I Don’t Wanna Live To see The Day

Of

What Is About To Happen,

Cred For Share:


sherrylynn70 aka Sentimental Journey Productions

KIEV, UKRAINE – JANUARY 9: A rally “Say no to Putin” is held in Kiev, Ukraine on January 9, 2021. Ukrainian nationalists are displeased with the interference of Russian President Vladimir Putin in the internal affairs of Kazakhstan. Russia sent about 3,000 troops to Kazakhstan to quell protests. (Photo by Stringer/Anadolu Agency via Getty Images)

Fuk You CNN!

I MAY Get Back to This

Maybe

Maybe Not

It Just Makes Me Angry

And Sad

Sad For The Country

We Once Stood So Proudly For

Our Mores

Where did they go?

For those of u who think I cannot speell,

Or Discount my self-inflicted incarceration

Never-mind

https://www.vocabulary.com/dictionary/mores

“Mores are the customs, norms, and behaviors that are acceptable to a society or social group.”


Daily Lenny: Judge Aaron Albamiser (sp) And This Has Turned Into a Rant. Sorry y’ALL. (ThE CAPS-LOCK KeY is NoT My FrIeNd!)

Judge Aaron Albamiser & Lenny Bruce:
“Thick Fingers and a Homemade Glass Eye.”
“A Red-Headed Junk-yard Jew.”

–Lenny

Friends, Romans, (Progressive Texans) & Others:

(Don’t some of Y’all hate to be classified as ‘Others’?

Smacks of Intellectual Racism to me, but that’s just me.)

Don’t you fain to disclaim?

Me no Alamo!

How does it feel?

How does it feel?

How the fuck does it feel?

To be on the long side of the short fence?

For Real?

Lend Me Your Beers!

(And yer FB password. Trust Me. I’m with the Government.)

Here is your (once again belated) Daily Lenny:

And Thanks for Listening, wherever you are.

Let The Buyer Beware

And now I am gonna step out on a limb and say this:

I am with my Brothers and Sisters in the Ukraine.

Keep your eyes on the prize.

(And I do not speak that flippantly; I mean it. The whole world is watching)

Oh, and thanks for listening (Did I say that already?)

Well hell! Appreciation can never be over-played (if it is sincere)

In this case, rest assur’d it is (“Hey Madge?! Did he mean ‘over-played’ or ‘sincere’? Can never get a ‘read’ on this schmuck.”)

Cheers to all.

And if you’d get a kick reading/hearing more about it, go here:

http://texantales.com/category/lenny-bruce/

Simply because, “An uneducated proletariat is a danger to freedom.”

That is My Lance Quote; I just made it up. But, Goddamn it! I do believe it.

“Aw Shit! Lance dun gone Commie on us!. Git a rope!”

Not at all. Nope. Cool yer Heels Cowboy! Lance just knows something has gone horribly wrong…with His Texas, and more importantly, with His America. It used to be His America.

Now, it seems. It ain’t.

*End of Rant*

If you have come thus far…

Well; you are a Commie!

(Just kidding)

And of course…My National Anthem:

Just for Multi-Media Attention:

If You don’t want to stand in-line…well… REFORM

(If Y’all don’t catch my drift… well then:

I am writing with no ink in my virtual pen.

And the line forms to the right. 

Get in-line!

And have fun.

And y’all thought I was bull-shitting when I posted a previous Rant:

Wake Up Lance!

I was speaking To America.

My America.

Addendum:

I just recently completed a Mark Twain Marathon, by Ken Burns.

“Good for you, Lance Marcom; we are happy you are soooo.. much into (Our) American History…”

I wanted such a telegram, but, alas, there are no telegrams today.

So, it may seem I was born too late…

For such Liberty.

No matter.

WE, We, WE can forge our own liberty, in that same same spirit.

If we have the wherewithal.

Alas, I fear we have not.

We have the Constitution; we have The Law of Our Land; we have Our Precedent…

Alas, we have not the will

The Will, we lack . Today .

This was to be… a simple American Call to Arms.

Alas, I do not know if I am young enuff to muster:

My time has long since past.

I have not the passion to fight yet another war.

Lord knows (and that is a metaphor) I have NOT  the will, nor the strength to fight such a war, yet, I am there, in spirit. I would gladly die for MY Country: My long lost America.

Rebel? Most Certainly.

Rebellious against my country?

Never

Therein lies that dilemma,

Not I! For I am too old, and this kind of business falls to younger men

BUT, when I see the masses, the masses, in squalor, I get pissed.

Really pissed.

When CEO’s in this country make ten thousand times more than the workers…

Well, it upsets me.

(any geographical or grammatical errors are surely mine. I do apologize)

These opinions are solely mine own.

Yet, I welcome our modern-day NSA to come knock on MY DOOR.

I certainly do.

Now…

I can finally be sated (for now)

And…I am gonna continue with this for some few weeks, until I give up…

But, Y’all know, when I get unto a ‘kick’ I hang on.

So…we shall see.

–Lance Out

Wow Lance! THAT was some long-winded RANT!

heheheheh

No Worries: Nobody Read it but The NSA of the USA.

There’s somethin’ happening Here…

 

Ukraine! Ukraine! Ukraine! So Brave Ukraine!

Fuk Scootin’ Putin!

I am so heart-sick!

Mother*Fu*k You PuTin!

The Most Brave Ukrainians are fighting their asses off

I wish there was more I could do to help

I once was a Sailor/Warrior/Almost SEAL

Now I am Nothing

Just an Old Mean Impotent Gas-Bag Curmudgeon

With Attitude

A Mockery of my Former Life.

And Living Out My Meaningless Life

G’Dammmit!

War / We Don’t Need No More Trouble

(Uncle Bob Live At The Rainbow Theatre, London / 1977)

War!

Evevr’y Where There is WAR

Why?

Why??

Why???

(Why Not? — We gots Nothing Better to DO

“Totally ‘Down-Stroyed'”– I LOVe a Good Play-on-Words!’

My ‘Editing’ sucks–Sorry.

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“Everywhere is War”

Why?

(I’m Not Really A Liberal–I Just Play One On the Internet)

And Yes!

I Have Spent A Lot Of Time In Africa

Specically

Mombasa

&

Nairobi

Cred: Unc/e Bob Marley & The I-Threes

Yeah

I Read This Book

Thrice

Putin Is Insane! I Can’t Help But If Wonder If That Puppy Didn’t End Up In The Siberian Gulag. As Worm’s Meat. Yeah! I Do Ponder Such Things.

As A Military Man And A Veteran,

This Asshole Putin PISSES Me

Right The Fuk OFF!

There’s No One Prays For Peace

More Than A Vet.

Fuk WAR!

Sorry

Not sorry,

My Opinion

Fuk Putin!

Ukraine! Ukraine! Ukraine!

I am so heart-sick!

Mother*Fu*k You PuTin!

The Brave Ukrainians are fighting their asses off

I wish there was more I could do to help

I once was a Sailor/Warrior/Almost SEAL

Now I am Nothing

Just an Old Mean Impotent Gas-Bag Curmudgeon

With Attitude

A Mockery of my Former Life.

And Living Out My Meaningless Life

G’Dammmit!

War / We Don’t Need No More Trouble

(Uncle Bob Live At The Rainbow Theatre, London / 1977)

War!

Evevr’y Where There is WAR

Why?

Why??

Why???

(Why Not? — We gots Nothing Better to DO

“Totally ‘Down-Stroyed'”– I LOVe a Good Play-on-Words!’

My ‘Editing’ sucks–Sorry.

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“Everywhere is War”

Why?

(I’m Not Really A Liberal–I Just Play One On the Internet)

Cred: Unc/e Bob Marley & The I-Threes

Yeah

I Read This Book

Thrice