Gasp! War with China?


Could it happen? Some think so. Even as soon as TWO YEARS from now … in 2025!

OK … yes. It’s a disturbing thought. And I don’t mean to make light of such a possibility, but …

Putting aside for the moment the actual foreboding of such an occurrence, let’s take a more humorous look.

(If possible.)

Should the U.S. and China actually go to fisticuffs (slang for armed warfare), what would happen when the citizenry of this country needed to buy …

  • Clothing or shoes
  • A new computer or TV
  • Trashcan, bedding, power tool,  kitchen cookware
  • Sunglasses, cell phone, backpack, clock
  • Wood chipper, air fryer, jigsaw puzzle
  • Dog or cat toy
  • Other numerous items …

O.M.G.! The shelves would be empty!

And what happens if your car battery goes dead? Or you need new windshield wipers?

And what will you do if your druggist no longer has a container for your heart pills? Or you need to replace your hearing aids or eyeglasses?

In other words … can you imagine a world in which the supplier of nearly everything we buy or own suddenly became our enemy? Would we … COULD we survive?

Your tongue-in-cheek comments are invited.

ADDENDUM: This post, although referencing a possible/potential event, was NOT meant to be taken seriously (Note the “Category” I used). It was written more as sarcasm in that practically everything we use in our daily lives is “Made in China.” From the responses thus far, it seems I failed in getting that point across.

Image by Nina Garman from Pixabay

The “Real” Jesus


I left the following comment on Steve’s blog in response to one of his recent posts. As I was reading it back to myself, I thought it might be fun to open up the floor and let others use their imagination to describe their version of Jesus. So have at it folks! Put your ingenuity to work! Who was this guy … REALLY?

Here’s what I came up with …

-IF- Jesus existed at all, I would agree he was simply the child of natural parents. As he grew up, he was somewhat drawn to the Hebrew perspectives on Yahweh. Further, he was an individual who enjoyed attention, so he held a lot of bull-shitting sessions in which “the guys” mulled over the various beliefs and laws and such. After awhile, he became rather well-known in the community and, taking advantage of his newly-established reputation, he widened his circle of listeners. At some point, however, he became a bee in the bonnet of the Romans and, well, we all know the end of the story.

All I ask is that you please keep it clean. 🙂 (And definitively NO references to modern-day politics! We have enough of that already.)

Image by Jose Conejo Saenz from Pixabay

Growing “Older”

The following was shared in the Reader’s Viewpoint section of our local newspaper. Apparently it had been making the rounds on the internet. How much can you identify with?


As I’ve grown older, I’ve learned that pleasing everyone is impossible, but annoying everyone is a piece of cake.

I’m not saying I’m old and worn out, but I make sure I’m nowhere near the curb on trash day.

As I watch this generation try and rewrite our history, I’m sure of one thing: It will be misspelled and have no punctuation.

Me (sobbing): “I can’t see you anymore — I’m not going to let you hurt me again.”

My physical exercise instructor (exasperated): “But you did only one sit up.”

I haven’t gotten anything done today. I’ve been in the produce department trying to open this stupid plastic bag.

Turns out that being senior is mostly just googling how to do stuff.

I’m on two diets. I wasn’t getting enough food on one.

If you find yourself feeling useless, remember it took 20 years, trillions of dollars and four presidents to replace the Taliban with the Taliban.

As I’ve gotten older, people think I’m lazy. The truth is, I’m just being energy efficient.

I put my scale in the bathroom corner and that’s where the little liar will stay until it apologizes.

My tolerance for idiots is extremely low these days. I used to have immunity built up, but obviously there’s a new strain out there.

There is no such thing as a grouchy old person. The truth is, that once you get old you to stop being polite and start being honest.

My mind is like an internet browser. At least 19 open tabs, 3 of them are frozen, and I have no clue where the music is coming from.

Hard to believe I once had a phone attached to a wall, and when it rang I picked it up without knowing who was calling.

And the final line that I personally thought was priceless …

So, you’ve been eating hot dogs and McChickens all your life, but you won’t take the vaccine because you don’t know what’s in it. Are you kidding me?