The guy in the doorway is dead
Not as tough as the one overhead
So she smiles and she greets him
With raised hips she meets him
It’s Darwin, it’s fate; it ain’t RED.
Old Jules
The guy in the doorway is dead
Not as tough as the one overhead
So she smiles and she greets him
With raised hips she meets him
It’s Darwin, it’s fate; it ain’t RED.
Old Jules
74 years old, a resident of Leavenworth, KS, in an apartment located on the VA campus. Partnered with a black shorthaired cat named Mister Midnight. (1943-2020)
Since April, 2020, this blog is maintained by Jeanne Kasten (See "About" page for further information).
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I’m sharing it with you because there’s almost no likelihood you’ll believe it. This lunatic asylum I call my life has so many unexpected twists and turns I won’t even try to guess where it’s going. I’d suggest you try to find some laughs here. You won’t find wisdom. Good luck.

Oh Ayn, you objectivist strumpet!
Smakakula: Fun though. Gracias, Jules
Who knew?! Ayn was just a good time girl.
Elroyjones: Unhappy lady. I’d guess her philosophy and her unconscious intellect trapped her in a yin/yang thorn patch. Gracias, J
hahahaha! I am so glad you’re out there in the world saying all the things you say!
Nathaniel Branden was Mrs. Rand’s associate in self esteem,
objectively speaking…
Lindy Lee: Orwellian. Gracias, J
Old Jules, you’ve declared me Orwellian
Defined me as totalitarian
Jest is well taken
Lest I’m mistaken
Your intent was much more than just jokin’…
Lindy Lee: This stuff isn’t important enough to be anything more than joking. You and I are serious people. We’ve cats to tend to, lives to lead. Orwellian, totalitarian the cats couldn’t care less, and you and I know cats have their priorities right. Gracias, J