Some Questions to Ponder

The Cleavage of Stormy Daniels

I try to imagine what it's like to wake up every day and get ready for work when my job entails digging up more dirt on President Trump and his alleged sexual fling a dozen years ago with ex-porn star Stormy Daniels as if it matters. I fail miserably as I can never get past the part where I walk into my boss's office and say "I quit." How do these "journalists" continue to do it? And what do they talk about with one another when they aren't at work?

I've never been one to prostitute myself for money. Maybe if I had I'd be living my dream today, although my dream does not depend on me having money and no, I'm not going to divulge it here. I'm just saying that having a lot of money must be fun or else why would so many people do such embarrassing, or illegal, things trying to get some?

And here's another one for you. My husband's cousin's daughter, who he follows on Facebook and who is a rabid leftist just like her mother, posted something about how she set up a page to raise money for "the kids in Florida" who are out doing so much to "change" things by cutting classes and waving signs about how guns are bad. What do they need money for? Are markers and poster board that expensive?

Did anyone even stop for a minute yesterday to note the passing of the scientist Stephen Hawking, who has been called "the smartest man alive" and who discovered black holes in space? And does anyone know what black holes are and why we need them, or not?

Finally, today is St. Patrick's Day. Just who was St. Patrick and why does he deserve a "day" all his own? Is today the day he was born or when he died, or possibly the day he invented green beer?  How should we honor him, and do only the Irish people care?