Loading ...er I meant, Dumbarse in Chief thought of me? I thought about it some and decided it was none of my business what he thought of me. Nor more than what a mule, or chicken, or a skunk thought of me. So I figured I should show my respect and grabbing a sheet of double quilted tissue I sat up at attention, raised my right hand in salute, touched the top of my right cheek, and then flushed. A man cant sit around all day wondering about such things.
Yeah, I know I aint right. But I aint that wrong often either. (grin)
Just for the record, I think you will end up in the green tomorrow by close. We are due for a little up Friday action. But I wouldn’t bet the farm on it, cause by Sunday nite ‘they’ will be back.