I missed it because Leigh talked me into being a vendor at the event, which I did on Friday. Someone said the sessions were being recorded, but the person who recorded only went on Saturday … and I heard (and recorded) all those.
I was hoping for a recording of your presentation, but at least I got to read the song … and I can imagine you singing it. ;)
That was inspiring John.
My apologies, I couldn't resist.
There was an old lady...who became a mess.
A millennial child raised on PBS.
She followed the herd to university,
And soaked in their version of diversity.
There was an old lady...her name was Karen.
She foresook men and kept herself barren,
Experimenting with drugs and going on benders,
She swallowed the fad and explored other genders.
She changed her name from Karen to Bob
And pursued instead an NGO job.
She gravitated naturally to activism
Learning protest and leftwing catechism,
Where failing upward was enabled
With help from teams in Soro's stable.
In time, the hormones wrecked her health
And the covid befell her career and wealth.
There was an old lady, once her, now him.
Whose prospects have become quite dim.
The moral to the story, honey,
As the Iron Lady once said
'Eventually you run out of other people's money',
But rest easy now, you have MAID in your bed.
Funny!😊
👏👏👏Have a very Merry Christmas John!
Ha!
I missed it because Leigh talked me into being a vendor at the event, which I did on Friday. Someone said the sessions were being recorded, but the person who recorded only went on Saturday … and I heard (and recorded) all those.
I was hoping for a recording of your presentation, but at least I got to read the song … and I can imagine you singing it. ;)
It would be funny if it weren’t so sad and true…