Tossing Salt Presents:
Ten Days Of Dougie (Day 6)
Playgrounds, Muggy, Kamala & The Kennedy Assassination
July 9, 2021
DougMaynard.com

It’s now Day Six and we’re in the endgame. I’ve made it past the halfway point in this epic Ten Days Of Dougie blog series and I haven’t missed a deadline or killed anyone yet, well not that I’ll admit to. The week is still young. So are you ready to boogie in the Bronx? Fine then, you go do that. I’m going to write and rant and ramble for a few minutes because that’s my schtick and what I do. Let’s get ready okay? Hey hey hey!

Where is the infamous Magic Bag? It’s here and the topics for today will be Playgrounds, Muggy, Kamala & The Kennedy Assassination. Yeah, we’re all over the place this morning as it should be. I can see some potential in all of these topics. If you’re with the Federal Government, please quit reading now. This doesn’t concern you. As for the rest of you, my loyal friends and readers, let’s get busy and do this.

Playgrounds…

The part of a park or apartment complex that is set aside for the children, but equally as fun to the adults as well. Well, some of us anyhow. Balance beams, parallel bars, swings, a slide, and the metal deathtrap known as the Merry-Go-Round. At least that’s how it used to be. Oh yeah, I almost forgot about the monkey bars. Now, due to the possibility of kids getting hurt and potential lawsuits, all of the fun stuff that also might be slightly dangerous such as the parallel bars, the monkey bars, and the merry-go-round are nowhere to be found. We have balance beams, a wooden construct like a fort of sorts, and maybe a slide, but that last one is iffy. It’s a shame because some of my best times as a kid came at the playground located at Brentwood Elementary School in Raleigh, NC. And then a few years later at other ones, but the one at Brentwood was the best one for a small young-un, which I was at the time. I still like playgrounds. They make great places to meet other adults to talk and get to know each other better. Lots of quiet and private spots if you will. Thank goodness for Dragon Park. Playgrounds are a good thing and kids today need to visit them often and just cut loose and be kids. It’s a good thing. Believe that. And let’s move on.

Muggy…

This is where it’s kind of hot outside, but still comfortable and bearable until the humidity kicks in and the moisture in the air makes it totally insane, hard to breathe, and you feel as if you’re taking a shower in hot lava and Camel urine. Sorry, I was watching something on Animal Planet yesterday about camels and that was the first thing that came to mind. My bad! It’ll be 87 degrees outside and then it gets muggy, the humidity kicks in, and it feels like 142 degrees instead. Turn that damn AC on, will you. That’s one of the pleasures of living in the south-eastern United States. Humidity sucks ass. And that’s what being muggy is all about.

I just thought of another definition for muggy. If it’s something done primarily by non-magical folks, aka Muggles, then it’s a muggy trait meaning only done by Muggles. I need to quit reading so many Harry Potter fan fiction stories. But there you go. Let’s move on to the next topic.

Kamala…

James Harris, aka Kamala The Ugandan Giant, was a cool dude and legend in the world of professional wrestling. I guess you thought I was going to say something about Heels Up Harris, the current pretender to the title of Vice President of the United States, but I’m not going there today. That’s what my Twitter account is for and that shameful, lying, hyena-faced wanna-be isn’t worth talking about this morning, at least not before I have breakfast. I want to keep my appetite and thinking of the awful job she’s doing thus far as the VP, embarrassing our nation and making the dementia-afflicted Pedo look competent by comparison would just kill it. So Kamala the Ugandan Giant is good. Kamala Harris, aka Willie’s Girl, is not. Let’s move on.

The Kennedy Assassination…

On November 22, 1963, in Dallas, Texas, John F. Kennedy, the 35th President of the United States, was assassinated. The killer was alleged to be a man named Lee Harvey Oswald, who himself was shot and murdered not long afterward by a man named Jack Ruby. Some say it was a conspiracy and cover-up by government officials who wanted to get rid of Kennedy. Some say it was just Oswald acting on his own. I say yes, yes it was. It was Oswald who pulled the trigger, but it was others in power that planned, directed, and ordered the assassination. My guess is that JFK knew some dirt on Hillary Clinton and had to pay the price. Okay, maybe not that. Hillary didn’t start having people killed until after college and JFK was way before then. But to be serious, he did piss some people off and as a result, he paid the ultimate price. And if they thought they could have gotten away with it, I have no doubt that the 45th President of the United States would have suffered the same fate at the hands of the true powers-that-be in Washington. 45 was too popular and thus they had to find other ways to remove him from office, aka stolen elections and fake voters in five key swing states. But JFK didn’t have the popularity and base that 45 does. He just had his brother and that wasn’t enough. Was there a conspiracy that resulted in the murder of JFK. You’re damn straight there was. Will we ever know the truth? Probably not. And could it happen again? Never say never and I’m sure that Heels Up is already looking into trying to convince Pedo Joe to take a trip to Dallas.

And there you go. My thanks for reading. Comments, thoughts, or any questions, feel free to give me a shout and we’ll discuss it. Until the next time, take care of yourself and have a great day. And if you want to make sure it’s a great day, just make it a Day of Dougie. And there you go. I’ll see you tomorrow on Day 7. Take care.

Ubuntu!