by mmooney | Dec 26, 2025 | The Friday Message
Family tradition, 37 years in a row, has all of us in McCall, open presents, eat homemade cinnamon rolls, fruit salad, and off to the ski hill. As we chased Holt up the Brundage road Hank asked how many horsepower did our car possess. That led to the...
by mmooney | Dec 19, 2025 | The Friday Message
Imagine a white bearded grandfather sitting in a rocking chair on his rickety porch in our deep South. There are no banjo’s involved, so don’t drift down stream on that thought. The caption reads, “have you ever listened to some folks for a minute and...
by mmooney | Dec 12, 2025 | The Friday Message
My anxiety level is off the charts this week. The Asshat that is our President has totally lost it and his ‘weave’ is no longer even vaguely understandable. I am asserting that an Orange Asshat is particularly “stupid and contemptible”. We have now chosen up...
by mmooney | Dec 7, 2025 | The Friday Message
I have always been proud to tell people I meet that I am an Idaho native. I am even willing/glad to admit that I am from Pocatello. There was a time when the Aryan nation racists had a foothold in North Idaho that was unfortunate for our State. It was a day to...
by mmooney | Nov 28, 2025 | The Friday Message
The Orange Wanker and his lackeys just want to get even—Accepting no blame or responsibility for their actions. A recent post on Threads carried some excellent thoughts for a Thanksgiving reminder. “Never seek revenge, rotten fruit will fall by itself.” Revenge is a...
