This 250th celebration could have been joyous. That was the idea when planning started in 2016, but everything goes to somewhere south of hell with Nitwit Nero. Fortunately, no one is there to get heat stroke other than his cult members. Otherwise, it’s business as usual at places like Focks. Papa Leo puts another shot across Nitwit Nero’s bow.
Happy 250th! May our 251st be a new birth of freedom!