And no, I’m not talking about global warming.  Your ex-vp spouted enough about global warming and still, that has yet to come true.

I’m talking about the current climate in today’s US of A.  Most of us do not know of anybody that actually tested positive for the rona.  Yet, some of you are in a panic over toilet paper.  Me,  I have a CHRISTmas gift bag full of socks with holes.  I was supposed to clean out a sock and underwear drawer back in 2019.  I did.  But, I didn’t get rid of the bag.  Now, I have a bag of socks with holes with which I can wipe my hole if need be.

I spent today, taking a PHD level course that dealt with economics, DOT regs, how to deal with people, animal safety, customer service, BS online sales, boiled eggs, the color pink, self-inflicted deals, insurance, hats2small, ask questions….OH WOW!!   It was fricken awesome!   WICKED!!   There is NO college course for what I witnessed today.

This OG!   And when I say THE OG, I truly understand that there is no argument who I am talking about.  This one pioneered the industry and is still on top.  No matter how crude he may seem, this dude gets it–the business, the care, all of it.  He may or may not have been wearing pink panties ( IDK, just sayin’)

I’ve talked to people on both coasts.  And it seems to me like the current climate is…..this is BS.  Let’s get this over with and on to the rest of our lives.  None of us trust the media, yet……. here we are.

I’m trying to learn the stock market.  I think that I have a handle on politics (lots of stuff that ain’t right) and I feel real confident on how to market quality livestock.   Our current climate is ripe for Honesty and a job well done.

Yet, I look at the possible presidential nominee and think……How can they run Joe Biden and think that they have a chance?     I am not looking forward to your vice presidential candidate.  I will gladly vote for a qualified female but that deal is not good.  You people are going to have michelle obama on the next ticket.

I don’t like that climate change.

I just want an evening in March with Thunderstruck playing, kids getting scholarships announced and then let’s pick some banner winning animals.  That’s the climate I wanted and still want.  I don’t like this other BS.

I tell you what.  The first two that text me the name of the OG that taught a college-level class today get a straw of UZI semen–FREE.  I mean, who doesn’t want some UZI semen.   Dang, that sounds bad.