January 10, 2020
This is supposed to be a new year, a NEW DECADE full of renewed hope with a blue, rising wave of Democratic voters or at least those that are so dismissive of the sloppy, unmoral, unjust, chronic lying, heavy orange saturation of a cartoon image of an American Hell on Earth that a tide of new registered voters or at least those that have taken one or several Presidential Elections off will vote in droves this upcoming November. While we are in full-blown winter in the United States, fall and voting season will break down our doors before we know it. A nasty storm is blowing through the Ozarks this late afternoon as I write, 65 degrees at noon today and 25 with snow at that time tomorrow. Way to ruin a Saturday, unless you want to buckle in for a day of snoozing, reading, watching TV and movies and eating a hearty meal to get you through. Maybe a White Russian or two? A brandy or port by the wood stove or perhaps spiking your coffee. Eh, or just straight Wild Turkey and screw the rocks, the true sweet tea of the South (I’m not sure anyone calls it that but me and the rest of the Guilty Addictions staff but maybe it’ll catch on.) The meteorologists are loving this disaster of a Friday 5 o’clock rush hour weather system “this is what we studied for in musty basement Oklahoma college libraries instead of living life to its fullest”! That’s probably untrue, to pigeonhole the good folks who devote their lives to predicting and reporting weather to poor bastards like me who are sitting by the window needing a report when to head downstairs and put a mattress over my head. Damnit to hell I just realized the reason I turned on the local CBS station was to watch Jeopardy and here we are not watching Jeopardy. Ah hell a Tornado Warning in my area. Catch you folks later!

February 1st, 2020
A new morning, a few weeks later than I wrote last. Here we sit on February 1st and obviously if you’ve made it this far in the article you realize I survived the tornado warning and snow storm that combined on a single weekend. If you’ve watched the entire impeachment trial on television you definitely have a better grip from every word that was spoken these past two weeks in Washington. Was it all for not?

March 6th, 2020
An update as I’m sure all of you know but Donald Trump is still our president. The president of the United motherbleepin States. It’s Friday in the Ozarks, a crisp 43 Degrees around 11 p.m. after a beautiful early spring sunny day. It’s quiet out here by the lake tonight not even the coyotes are howling. They’ll start soon I’m sure though. I’ve been cleaning my recording studio late tonight in preparations for new podcast episodes and learning songs on the guitar for my upcoming wedding’s late hours of the reception. If you wonder why a recording studio would be messy enough to clean you see like many other folk that have different interests and hobbies, my dreamed “man cave” when I bought this house still serves as that with no one stepping foot in here but me in a long time, has turned into a storage area for these interests and hobbies. The podcasts I speak of include the Hog Call Podcast Chad and me record and I again hope, but in no means promise to deliver, a Guilty Addictions Podcast new episode. **Super Tuesday was this past week regarding the 2020 Election Primaries. Arkansas where I vote is in its first election cycle of voting on Super Tuesday and I felt even more involved as I voted of course in the primaries already. I voted early in a church on the Friday afternoon before Super Tuesday, the only person there at 3 pm under 60. Maybe it’s just me but politics whether people are junkies salivating at every quote and headline and move made by government officials or you’re just the 6 or 10 o’clock local news watcher, newspaper reader, social media scroller I was still disappointed in the number of voters thus far in the primaries.

June 10, 2020
There goes another jet! Soaring above my head at 600 miles per hour. A few minutes from landing at the nearest airport; where did they come from? That’s all I can ponder while the big aluminum machine buzzes across the sky before leaving only a faint (from my viewpoint) condensation trail. Oh hell! Distraction comes in many forms. What is there to write about anyways on June 10th 2020? The world is a healthy and happy place in this new decade. Jesus Murphy what is wrong with you if you believe that? I’d like to but it would take stronger drugs than even I could get ahold of these days. Or pardon me if you’ve awaken from a coma the day this article comes out and it’s the first thing that pops up in your email or feed that it’s been published.
I can promise you that the title of this article was written down on January 10th of this year, before the deadly coronavirus Covid-19 spread all over the world and before the cruel, unjust murder of George Floyd in Minneapolis. I left the first few entries of this writing to keep a glimpse of the world before these occurrences happened. The impeachment of Donald Trump was a big topic and Super Tuesday and I already updated the impeachment trials were a sham but Joe Biden has secured the Democratic bid to race against Trump in a little less than 5 months. It’s getting fucking close! The killing of George Floyd has spurred a national, scratch that, world movement with peaceful protests occurring in every state and many countries demanding for reform to help cure the problem of racism that still occurs. BLACK LIVES MATTER and if you’re on the side of the All Lives Matter rebuttal well go to hell because you’re an idiot. Hell is a place for racists where the devil strings you up and sweats and burns the racism right off of your skin for the rest of eternity. How does that sound? Not very fun is it? But maybe it is for white supremacists because they’ll be down there with other Nazis having a jolly ol’ time.

I wish Trump, as batshit crazy as he was, wasn’t such a racist and rapist. Obviously because I don’t want our President of my United States to be a racist or rapist not to mention both. But his tweets are so out there, his press conferences are so fucking crazy and incoherent that I wish we could laugh about them together while smoking a doobie. It would be better, I’m sorry for the good folks that live in Alabama, that this kind of character would be the Governor of Alabama and couldn’t have so much influence. But instead he’s the (as I said back in March) the President of the motherbleepin United States. Donald fucking Trump.

Are we gonna play basketball, hockey, baseball (NBA, NHL, MLB) sometime this summer and fall?? Are we really going to? I hope so for sure and I hope college football and basketball are able to have full seasons. Look, part of college sports and pro sports too especially in the postseason has a reliance of atmosphere based on fans in the stadium. But what the hell if it means saving lives can we agree it’s okay to have less or none at all fans in the stands? I can live by that. We will get into later articles (depending on who wins the titles in the shortened professional sports leagues) what these championships mean.

There’s way too much shit to get into tonight but I want to put this article out before it gets too long. Love and peace fuckers, TD