(aka: So, You’d Like to Make Money With a Blog You’ve Half-Assed Since Forever…)
Would YOU like to make money? Sure, who wouldn’t? I’ve got various domains and websites (I guess, I don’t know…) out there to “monetize” my “brand.” As of today, 18/10/16, I’ve made approximately bupkis with said sites.
Well, all that’s going to change! Taking my cue from the great Yinzerella, I’m going to begin the journey to monetizing my knowledge!
(Hold for laughter.)
Hey, don’t laugh! I live in a country where anyone, and I mean ANYONE, can run for President! Don’t count me out!
Some folks believe gaining weight is the worst thing a woman can do. One of them is running for president. Setting the gold standard for misogyny, ( “No one demeans women the way I do, believe me”) Donald Trump has been a fat shamer and critical of any woman who falls outside his definition of […]
Ah, yes! THIS is the man that tells me “I don’t have a choice” but to vote for him…even though I STILL think we’re being “Trump Trolled.” (It’s like being “Rick Rolled,” but you know, less entertaining, because Trumpy doesn’t have an actual talent.)
Remember! Trumpy’s ideal woman is his daughter! (No, not THAT one! The pretty one–Ivanka!)
Some guy I’ve never heard of (you probably haven’t, either) was born (kinda) on this day in 1902.*
(He was actually born on September 5, 1902, but for some reason, he–and his siblings–thought that his birthday was in October. He didn’t even find out until he had to use a birth certificate to obtain a passport!)
Anyway, here’s the guy you’ve never seen, but should TOTALLY run for president…even if he’s been dead for 41 years!
THIS is the face of your next president. I don’t care if he’s never had any political aspirations, or the fact that I don’t know if he was liberal or conservative, or that he’s been dead longer than I’ve been alive, you can’t tell me that he’s any worse than the other folks running.
(How’s that for a run-on sentence?)
If you look at how the “candidates” are acting, it’s more like a Stooges short than you think.
You can’t swing a cat without an expert (or most likely, hundreds of experts) telling you how you should be living your best life.
“Buy MY program, and I’ll show you how you can get the job you want, the house you want, the spouse/partner you want, in fact, ANY and EVERYTHING you want!” In fact, Vince Craine has promised that I can…
Yep. I am now officially an EXPERT! Expert of what? Well, to paraphrase Marlon Brando, “Whaddya got?” There’s something especially refreshing about the start of a new year, something that’s full of unblemished promise (never mind that you’ve felt that “unblemished promise” for the past forever) you KNOW that you’re going to do something different this year. You’re going to go for the gusto, you’re going to quit being the loser you’ve been since…forever! YOU ARE GOING TO OWN (AND CRUSH!) 2015!
How? Pfft! I’m the expert—I don’t have time for mere bagatelles of what you should do! You figure it out!