Showing posts with label Drug Dealers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Drug Dealers. Show all posts

Thursday, February 13, 2020

Bobservations

Carlos does a lot of research into his eyesight and anything that can be done to help it. The latest thing is saffron—which he pronounces say-fren—and so he wanted to buy some. I found some at our local grocer which was nice because I thought we’d have to drive out to this Middle Eastern market we love.

Cut to a few weeks later, and we’re in the grocery and Carlos says:
We need more sayfren.
Saffron.
Whatever.
He asks where it is and I tell him it’s on the far side of the store, last aisle, right hand side, halfway down, eye level with the Mexican spices and dried peppers—what can I say, I am good with directions—and off he goes.

But he doesn’t come back when I think he should so I go off in search, and there he is … far side of the store, last aisle, right hand side,  about a quarter way down the aisle looking at the bottom shelf, where the Thai spices and coconut milk sit.

I walk past and mutter:
Far side of the store, last aisle, right hand side,  halfway down, eye level with the Mexican spices and dried peppers and here it is.
Oh, good.
Goddess love him.

Now, onto the rest of the Bobservations that are _____ heavy because I am disgusted by what this traitorous rapist is doing to America and if we don’t vote his flabby orange ass from office in November, I don’t know if we’ll ever recover from him.
After Trump calls it unfair, the DOJ reduced his BFF Roger Stone’s sentencing recommendation, and four DOJ prosecutors resigned in disgust.

The criminals are running the show people. Pay fucking attention.
Last fall, before his heart attackBernie Sanders promised to release his medical records before the first votes were cast … last week. He said the “American people have a right to know whether the person they’re going to be voting for for president is healthy. And we will certainly release our medical records before the primary.” But Iowa came and went, and New Hampshire happened, but Bernie is singing a different tune:
“I mean, you can start releasing medical records and it never ends. We’ve released a substantive part—all of our background. We have doctors who have, cardiologists confirming that I am in good health. I am in good health.”
But that’s not what you promised, Bernie, and it makes you sound like _____ with his taxes. And considering you had a heart attack after that first statement … give us some transparency man.
In just another in a long line of reasons why she would never get my vote—like she ever would—this presidential hopeful Tulsi Gabbard defended _____’s decision to fire Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Vindman for being a patriot.

Tulsi, c’mon. Come out already … you’re a Republican.
You wanna know where America’s headed under ____? Think on this … This week IMPOTUS praised China’s death penalty for drug dealers.

Deal drugs in China? Die. Rape women in the US? You’re the President.
More on ____? Remember that Iran attack on the American Airbase in Iraq last month?

Remember when _____ said there were no injuries? Then said there were 25 …then 34 …then over 50 traumatic brain injuries that he compared to headaches?

New report says there were more than 100 Americans injured in that attack. Thanks to _____.
Palette Cleanser needed … So, I give you Alberto García Cabrera. Mr. Spain 2010  and noncommissioned officer of the Air Force who combines the best that his passion for modeling and his military profession can.


Alberto supports and collaborates with the organization "Orphans of the Air Force " that cares for the orphans of the military and civilian personnel of the Air Force and of the Common Defense Corps.


And he looks damned hot doing it.





Wednesday, January 06, 2016

This Man Wants To Be President: Marco Rubio Used His Power To Get A Real Estate License For A Drug Dealer

Back in the days before he was running for president and still showing up to work, Marco Rubio, as the Republican Majority Whip in the Florida House of Representatives, wrote a letter of recommendation to help a man, a convicted cocaine trafficker, get a real estate license.

Now that doesn’t seem like a big deal, except when you realize that the budget of the Florida Real Estate Commission is, and was at that time, controlled by the Florida legislature, where Rubio wielded considerable influence. The letter, written on Rubio's official, taxpayer funded House stationery read, in part:
"I have known Mr. Cicilia for over 25 years. I recommend him for licensure without reservation."
But, other than believing that Orlando Cicilia was a great friend, and needed this leg up, Marco Rubio failed to mention that Cicilia was also his brother-in-law who had been out of jail just 20 months when Rubio recommended him. He also failed to mention that, at the time, Cicilia was living with Rubio’s parents in their West Miami home. Cicilia was convicted in a 1989 of distributing $15 million worth of cocaine; the money was never found.

That would be a Marco Rubio presidency; using the power of the office to bully others to get his way, and spending a great deal of time helping his friends, like a convicted drug dealer.

At least while he was showing up at the office.