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Well, I hope everyone had as good a Thanksgiving as I did, but we all know that's not a realistic idea if I had a realistically great Thanksgiving.  From Syrian refugees, to Puerto Rican hurricanees, to those the same in the Virgin Islands, and to so many across the globe facing starvation, and the harshest living conditions, without a soup kitchen anywhere near by, not even conceived in their minds.  It is certain I am most thankful to have spent my Thanksgiving as I did.  Being displaced myself by Irma, I have very little to complain about with justification, though our own injustices do exist, we can't really complain too much when we get a parking ticket, if you know what I mean. Once again, it began at 5 Bar in downtown Athens.  5 Bar is probably the best thing ever to come out of Alabama... Besides Kirby Smart!  Go DAWGZ, the 2017 SEC Champs!  That's some SMART Football! Also, once again, the meal was superb, although if anybody went there on my word, I apologize,

Well, the last time I did something like this it paid off. Somebody posted a picture of a spread of twenty dollar billz with a similar message. I forwarded it. The next day, I walked into the bar and sat down on the sofa where I alwayz sit, but there was a full glass of beer on the table in front of me. Nobody was around except me and the bartender working behind the bar getting set up. I looked to the right to scan the room for others when I noticed a clump of twenty dollar billz on the cushion next to mine. I didn't count it but it had to be over a hundred dollars. The next thing I heard was the sound of the bathroom door unlatching. A guy walked out a approached the couch. I asked, "Is that your beer". He confirmed it was and promptly sat down on the other end where his beer sat. I said, "I think I have something else that belongs to you". He looked at me and inquired, "What's that". I held out the billz and said, "This".

It says, I don't cause trouble, but I will correct it. If it is within my power, I will correct a troubled situation, as I did last night while enjoying some semi-solitude, at one of my favorite spots while doing this puzzle pictured. After all, they don't call them frat "boys" for nuthin'. Aptly put, they are boys, not men that tend to grow older, but often times, their behaviour remains boyish, which can be admirable, if you're not a childish, obnoxious, asshole. Of course, living in this college town of my Alma Mater, the University of Georgia, I have been able to recognize certain behaviors before they are exhibited. Different from being prejudice, it is more of an educated guess that something may occur that is less than desirable for the peace loving people of the world, like myself, but I am not a Peace Junkie believing firmly in an Army motto a soldier wore printed on his t- shirt one day several years ago, while I was, of course, sitting at the bar

Newsbroke Video: Horrible People Who Are More Deportable Than Immigrants ***If someone can please show me how to embed videos into this BLAHG, that would be great.  But, in the meantime, please click thru the link above to see what stimulated the following exchange.  Francesca, you're reading my mind!  Let's talk about deportation!  If you're parking your ass on a street corner day after day, you deserve a parking ticket!  By the third offense, you get one last ticket a one way ticket to a third world country where people actually have a justifiable reason to beg.  Meanwhile, the soup kitchen is right over there.  They serve twice a day.  So, why is it your begging?  Because it sure as hell isn't paying the rent.  You're here every single day.  Imagine what that kind of dedication would get you if you actually got a job.  You might still not be able to afford a place to live, but you would gain some dignity.  America, where everyone gets a blank canvass, a