It's gonna be such a funny mess when Donald Trump dies of a stroke on April 1st, 2024.

• Naturally everybody will think it's fake because of the date only to lose their minds (both positively and negatively based on their opinion of trump) when realizing it's real
• There will be massive celebrations in the streets and on social media and lots of predictable "don't speak ill of the dead" discourse about those celebrations
• Weird evangelicals will pull some weird number trick talking about how Jesus was conceived on April 1st and that makes Trump a sort of messiah and people will make fun of that
• The Republicans (after they're done with the faux-sadness and faux-outrage) will stomp over each other to be his successor but none of them will succeed. They'll tear each other apart and have no single nominee for the November elections.
• There will be discourse about if Biden and the living former presidents should go to his funeral (they won't, he was a traitor insurrectionist)
• The Ukraine-Russia War immediately goes in favor of Ukraine as morale in the Kremlin is reduced. China similarly backs off from its threats on Taiwan.
• Ten thousand new memes are made, some sticking around for years to come.
• Not a month later a bunch of unofficial biographies of Trump hit the bookshelves, many with new details about just how awful he was.

 

 

 

   A little too much provenance. . .

           

The transformation of J.W.'s pickup. It was for the original owners 17 year old son. Looks like the pickup was "cherried out" the teenage son's description. Mystery solved.

Rick Gray (cousin) 46 years old. Born to ride.

Rick Gray approximately 15 months old.

 J.W. & Vee's mare and foal.

"Vee's" black 1959 Ford.

J.W. Hunter drove this 1950's Chevrolet pickup for years. He eventually sold it to Jim Moomjean for a price neither would disclose but Jim was the original owner when he sold it to J.W. Something mysterious about that old Chevy pickup. . . 

J.W. & Vee Hunter both long since passed from this life, but were a commanding part of my younger years. There is no beginning - - - and no ending - - -  only a slow blending - - - day into night till the blending becomes the one consistency.  Peace be with you both for all eternity.