Rich Son
@rich-son
“When walls matter more than wounds, empires become tombs.” All I can really do these days is bear witness to the stories of others.
One more for the “never had to be this way” but we clears weren’t about to listen to Black men and Black women. And certainly not gonna care about what is happening, what has been happened, what will happen in the birthplace of humanity. Someone pour salt in a circle around King Leopold’s grave.
Oh look, issue 52 of Dear Dean Magazine is here. That’s great. Wonder if @deardean22.bsky.social has posted this morning… … and oh my god! WTF!!!
Nothing like letting Bella out in the morning to find the neighborhood fox really wants to play. There in the morning Bella is barking at the fox on our roof and the fox is doing whatever foxes do. Sounds like the fox has a 2 pack a day habit. A half hour later, fox comes back to play.
I think the worm sent his regular arms out for dry cleaning and had to make do. Somewhere out there, a mannequin just “looks different” to some customers.
My wife hates my music for my morning alarm. Working Man by Rush. Challenge accepted. She what she thinks tomorrow with a little Texas Tornadoes.
My niece is being induced Monday. I’m gonna make everyone call me grand.🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Face it. If I had hidden the pictures, you still would’ve know it was white people.
I’ve had so much fun reading about some of the latest science the past few days, I keep telling myself today is “primary electron days.”
The day started with bees and ended with a fox on my roof screeching at me. Freaking Marlin Perkins here.
Found a good company with hives. They captured the queen and took as many as they could back to their farm. Regular bees.
Just cleaning up dad’s house waiting for the yard guys to come and “Oh crap! A box full o’ bees.”
