Dont rich folks have locks

 Heard Nancy's husband got beaten at home by a guy?

If true; How did the guy get in?

Russia

 Since the fall of the USSR, there have been two major schools in Russia. One(A) wanted to make Russia part of the world. They wished to join the EU and NATO ( if NATO was kept) Create a Euro Russia. At one point Russia's atomic weapons, by report' were turned off, Hollywood Movies were made in Russia and Gorby was in a Pizza hut commercial in Moscow. That is changing and fast.

The other school(pure Russian school (b) saw Europe and it's values almost as anti Russian. They wanted to create an independent Russia..free to follow only Russian values.

I suspect Mr. Putin was of this school. ( I am not a Putin expert and bow to deeper Putin scholars. please keep that in mind)

The problem School B had was that more and more Russians, especially the younger ones, wanted the western life and did NOT see the EU or America as the foe. As I wrote above, That is changing and fast.

Russians have historically been VERY patriotic. When they speak of the "Motherland" they mean it and have throughout their history scorched the earth of Russia, even if it meant burning their own food, rather than give it up in any useful state to any invader.

I suspect seeing their sons, husbands, brothers or lovers coming home in a box, killed by EU and American weapons is converting many Russians, even if they did not support the war in the Ukraine, to the " Independent (B)Russian school.

I leave the solution to wiser heads...I but state the problem. We need wise people running the nation at this time.

I see several paths: Atomic war:by accident or in answer to a NATO invasion of Russia. A major Russian defeat or a major defeat of the Ukraine and by extension of NATO and the USA, OR wise people could sit down a negotiate a settlement. The problem is that dull small minds refuse to talk, They fear losing face. Interesting times.

New home.

 I figure that since I let the ole Ape post here, I may as well check his page. I dont know why you humans put up with being told what ya may write, Gad! And you say us dinos got small brains!!!

Even a greens eating Bronto would not put up with that!!! 

Still you apes are a young species and I expect ya will grow out of it. 

 "Well here I am. Grrr took me in." said Bob.

"Hey pal, I may be the most fearsome predator to ever walk the Earth. But we Rex do  believe in free speech". Replied Grrr.

Sinking !

 

Stef and Gretta exchanged the "Wife Look".

Bob. Asked Stef. Were you on your computer today?

Was I on MY computer? Bob asked. Babe.Why would you ask that?

Because you would think this sort of thing was funny.

Well, just so you know I was not on my computer.

Gretta, looked at Grrr. What about you?

What about me what Babe?

Grrr Rex. Gretta said. You know what I mean.

Were you on your computer today?

I was not on my computer today. How you girls could think that Bob or I...

Later as Grrr and Bob were having a late coffee and Rootbeer.

We got over buddy and we told the truth.

We were not on our computers .

Nope. Said Grrr. We were on jr.'s.

All those years listening to 7th graders make excuses were not wasted. Bob said.

Nope. We learned a skill. Grrr said. Human and Dino clanking cup and can together. : )

Stef said to Gretta as they were having a late tea .

You know they did it don't you?

Of course. said Gretta with a smile.

Grrr and Bob were hanging around bored out of their minds.

This is why I hate cruises". Bob said taking a drink of coffee.

"I know pal. Grrr said. Me too.

Yeah. Said Bob ...Yeah. Said Grrr

The Girls are at the Fitness Center and the kids are at that Social.

We could go to the Social and bug the kids. Bob said with an evil grin.

THAT would be fun but I forgot my ear-plugs. You know what boom-boom music is like.

Yeah. Said Bob. Yeah. said Grrr.

What do you want to do Bob? I don't know.

What do you want to do Grrr?

Hum..Is that Jr's laptop? Yeah. Said Bob. He had a problem..downloading games again. He asked me to look at it.

Hmm. Say asked Grrr. Bob do you think we could hack the ships movie program?

I guess. why? Bob asked.

For this:

The movie for tonight on the Ship's program will be:

"A Night To Remember"

"Titanic"

"The Poseidon Adventure".

Grrr. said Bob. That is downright evil.

Yeah. I know. Said Grrr.

How do you spell "Titanic"? Bob asked as he typed.

About half an hour later.

As Stef and Gretta were sitting with Bob and Grrr.

Stef said. Did you hear the Captain yelling?

Yes. Said Gretta. You could hear him all over the ship. It seems someone programmed the ship's theater with all ship sinking movies.

Grrr and Bob exchanged a look.

Grrr said. Who would do such a thing...in the middle of the Ocean no less????

Terrible. Said Bob.

One spoon over the line..they sang.

 

One spoon over the line..

 Gretta came running over to Stef.
"Stef, get Bob. Please hurry something terrible is wrong with Grrr!!"
Stef, called ",Bob please come here, Gretta said something is wrong with Grrr."
Running over, Bob asked "What is the problem Gretta...what is wrong?"
"It ..it it's Grrr, I have never seen him like this he..making strange faces and roaring like he want to tear every one to bits. I ..I am frightened..I don't know what to do..I.." replied Gretta.
"Ok, I will go look." replied Bob.
"Dear, be careful of Grrr.." said a worried Stef.
"Not a problem Babe." replied Bob.
As Bob looked into Grrr's cave he saw a dino sized bowl of ice cream on the floor and A BIG T-Rex jumping around and roaring.
Looking at the Bowl of Ice Cream, Bob went over to the sink and filled a large dino sized cup with water.
"Here pal." He said
Taking the bowl of water, Grrr gulped it down. The look of rage and pain left his face.
"Thanks pal.  It was horrible. I was enjoying some  vanilla fudge, when it hit."
"used to happen at class parties." said Bob.
The two pals looked at each other. "One spoon of ice cream too many..

.ICE CREAM BURN!!!!!"
"One spoon over the line old dino...one spoon over the line.
Running around with ice cream burn one spoon over the line."
The pals sang.