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I’ve seen a lot of blood in recent days.

Don’t worry; the “blood” has not been the real thing. I have seen most of it on a video screen, courtesy of Netflix, and most of it was in black and white, so there wasn’t a lot of red. The rest I’ve read about, also in black and white, in a couple of books.

If you have been paying attention to the news out of Washington in recent days, we recently experienced the end of the first 100 days of Donald Trump’s presidency.

MY LOUSY WORLD: Call me if you dare

It’s well known the three things mankind needs to sustain life are oxygen, water, and a cell phone. The phone is an invaluable necessity, IF one learns to use it correctly. A phone in the wrong hands though is like a monkey with an M-16.

We could hear western meadowlarks singing as we crossed the Wyoming border on I-80 in our overloaded truck. But our excitement of closing in on our new home soon turned to white-knuckled driving.

I don’t sing much anymore.

It’s not that I don’t want to sing. I have always enjoyed singing, but my voice just doesn’t wish to cooperate in the activity. Sometimes it works like a pipe organ, where birds have nested in some of the pipes so my voice can’t hit those notes. Eventually, the birds fly off, leaving the proverbial frog who often visits my throat and adds his croak to my tones.

All noble Americans agree that slavery is the most disgraceful chapter in America’s history book. I stress to millennial relatives that the “n-word” is among the most hateful they could ever carelessly utter. I’ve never used the word and never will.

AMEND CORNER: Of walls and bigots

Well, it’s time to put on my loyal opposition hat again and talk about politics.

As you well know, my mind occasionally gets overloaded with dangling thoughts, and like a woman seeking breast reduction, must get it all off my chest. Otherwise I walk around with a brain full of unexpressed opinions that weigh me down, often leading to a pronounced stutter. I’m funny that way.

Las Vegas has not been good to me. She’s an uncaring, self-absorbed mistress, yet I love her like no other.

Elk hunting holds a special place in my heart because elk was the first animal I pursued as a hunter. I harvested my first cow elk at the age of 12; last fall — 18 years later — I would harvest my first bull elk.

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