A quiet Sunday evening on the back deck, reading a political slog, enjoying the soothing breezes of Summertime, U.S.A.
THEN THE WORLD EXPLODED!
An explosion of color and … uh … organic matter destroys a valued manuscript.
As we have learned from the beloved, bumbling George Costanza …
Now, some will say “Let it go. It happens. It doesn’t mean anything.” But I disagree.
There are several theories …
Our feathered backyard neighbors are not happy about the severe reduction in birdseed rations due to the blinding success of Bidenomics! This would explain the Pearl Harbor-like attack.
Or … this more likely scenario … Birds (notoriously Liberal and eco-fascist) were trying to subvert my Freedom of Speech and cancel my public persona due to their program of silencing Republican voices!
My proof, you say?
This is what I was reading …
Cranky Man's Lawn 
Yikes, unforeseen reawakening of Cranky Man. You feed the birds, you mess with the bird you get the horns, as it were. We are only 30 minutes from The Nixon Birthplace and Presidential Library. Also did some campaign work with Nixon’s former speechwriter Bruce Herschensohn when he ran for US Senate in Ca.
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