Bishop Kirk Jeffery

I suppose life is good.

Anyone can sing! (One exception was my father. He couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket! My two brothers fought about who had to sit next to him at church.).

Six months ago, I was prescribed a CPAP. No one like wearing it. Bustsince I am a widow, I share a bed with no one. This Darth Vader device now shares my bed. I moved the hose for my kitten so he could jump up on the bed. It moved back. He thought it was a snake and attacked it, then ran away.

I have been a life long Democrat. At one point I was the treasurer of a local Democratic Party in a hopeless district. Democrats, grow a spine, stand up, stop acting like you are wimp noodles! I am ashamed. You deserve the 27% approval. You could have helped but f*ked us all!

Is it time to start quoting the economy class in, “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?”

I just burned last year’s Palm Sunday’s fronds for today’s Ash Wednesday. As a citizen of the U.S. we need these forty days of sitting in sackcloth and ashes. We have made an entire mess of the world in just 60 days. Lord have Meecy. Christ have Mercy. Lord have mercy. Amen.

When all else fails, I know that I have an amazing napping chair. Naps are never out of order.

So…I guess Google, who bent their knee and kissed the ring of the orange felon has started renaming Canada’s Provincial Parks as, “State Parks.” Google, you are in the state of denial and a*ssholery.

What did I do today? Well I started my morning watching, “Taking Chance” a story about following a dead marine home after his demise in war. Then I have finished with watching Bernstein and Copland directing their own compositions. It has been a good, full day.

I hate to say it, but there is a reason why me, and my two kids carry our U.S. passports all the time. (BYW: we all have to wear SPF 10,000 when the sun shines.) I do have some activist history, and I’m not sure where I would be deported to, but the South of France seems nice (or Nice).

I took off my glasses and forgot my point. Look! Cat!

I also have audible. Maybe we can share? I don't know. My account is kirkjeffery@gmail.com

With the absolute crap storm that is happening, I raise a point of order: A nap is always in order, especially after a bottle and a diaper change. Please send the Nazi-GOP to have a nap and let the adults do some business.

I forgot. New books to me are completely garbled. After my stroke, I mostly listen to books. That works for me. Alas, I cannot help but pick up a book. I got three paragraphs into a new book (to me) before I had to put it down. The book? “The warmth of Other Suns” by Isabel Wilkerson.

By the way, GOP-Nazi: WWF is granted to the World Wide Fund for nature. GOP-Nazi: you get to use WWE. Morons!

My mother’s pastor is a complete idiot! Alas, this is my frustration and her burden.

In Reno, we have 40MPH winds this morning. They woke me up at 3:30. A nap will be in order later today. (A nap is always in order.)

Believe it or not, I actually paid attention to my high school classes. One of the many things I learned is that the U.S. doesn’t have any official language! Go ahead and speak French, Spanish, Mandarin (or anything else!). I don’t care! It is up to me to learn, not up to them.

There is nothing better than beating your down pillows into submission. Don’t try this with an orange felon supporter. Pillows have no feelings, but they will absorb all of yours.

As a former owner of a small independent coffee shop, I will confirm that if a 50% tariff goes into effect, we will see a 100% price increase in coffee across the U.S. regardless of you buy a can in the store or go to the green mermaid.

What if I have to pee?

I had a thought that I should purchase a more regal cane. That would enhance my appearance. But then I had another thought. The cane I use is my grandfather’s. I’ll just use this one and who looks at a cane? Judge me by my cane do you? No I judge myself.

Did you finally receive my letter? I hope you did, and I pray it gave you a little hope.

The U.S. Marines: The Few. The proud. The brave. The crossing guards. The ones who each have two miles to protect while eating MRE’s. Thanks orange felon for deploying highly trained service people for a nonexistent crisis.

I spent 6 years in marching band. I am not a composer or conductor. But I would happen to be thrust into a conductor roll, I would have to do it with the wand in my left hand. (It will never happen.)

I am a retired bishop. Honestly I don’t give two sh*ts about what anyone says. If I were to stand in Bishop Budd’s pulpit, I would say something similar. I like to see the orange felon squirm.

This word is off limits unless it is specific. Bung Hole. I just opened a keg and released its pressure and took out its bung in the bung hole. I filled it with distilled water and it will sparkle in 3 weeks. Context is everything!

I just had a CAT scan. Not the one you receive at a hospital, but the home version. Fitzgig just came in and scanned me and when satisfied, just walked away.

It is difficult to fathom that my beloved died 7 years ago. G_d bless you and keep you Beth Ellen Cooper!

Love will overcome! Don’t hate!