SORRY, IT'S ALL ABOUT THEM (August 18/179)

 

I've come to a decision. After all the episodes of ripping up the constitution from bribery to destroying the economy to alienating every ally to weaponizing government, I will only refer to marmie as "that guy who lives in the White House". He has certainly abdicated his oath of office as President and should no longer carry that title. Secondly, dems need to grow a pair (or several) after witnessing again how "that guy wlitwh" folds like a paper towel holding dog poop after meeting put put in Alaska. "I'm going to insist, bla bla bla"-no deal, or excuse me, whatever put put wants. Good thing he was wearing dark pants as I am sure at age 79, he was having problems holding it in after meeting with his hero. 

Along with accepting pudding put's take on Ukraine war, he also talked that wlitwh into coming out against mail-in ballots and, humorously, voting machines by saying no country but US uses mail-in ballots. Guess put in pudding in pie forgot to mention Russia uses them. Enough said. 

And no Kristi, we're not obsessed with your looks. It's just mind-boggling that you travel with a hair and makeup person so you can look glamorous in front of a prison full of mis-treated and tortured souls deported (illegally) from the US among other photo ops. That is disgusting.

And it is rather ironic that marmie calls up the national guard for a "non-existent" crime issue (because doge kid "big balls" got beat up by 2 15-year-old boys and 1 girl) but sat and watched in "apparent" glee and called no one when the capital itself was under vicious attack. The biggest crime spree is the white house. Yep, he cares about this country. Oddly enough he's focusing the soldiers by monuments rather than identified crime areas? 

And finally, hiding Obama's and the Bush's presidential pictures-wow. "Small men shrink from history's giants (Newsome)" LOL. What's he going to do next exhume Kennedy and put out the perpetual flame? His pettiness and insecurity know no bounds. Or as the Chicago mayor puts it after being insulted several times by yours' truly "he really is afraid of intelligent black men". 

On the humorous side, truth social (marmie's mouthpiece) filled up AI with conservative ideas and then asked it questions. To which, like Sleeping Beauty's stepmom and her infamous mirror, it claimed "I cannot lie". When asked, it stated "marmie did not win the 2020 election"; "tariffs are a tax on Americans"; "January 6 was an insurrection" though it often cites Fox as its source - OMG! Which also addresses the complaint of why news media seem so left-biased... because they are reporting the story as it happened, duh 😂

No major dramas on the home front last week. The boy turned down a quick overnight to the lake. As predicted, the fish aint' big enough to give up his social calendar at our little lake. We have created a fishing monster. I am up to refilling the finch and hummer feeders more than once a week. 'tis the season, I guess. Hysterical to see the little boy hummer constantly driving off the larger female hummer, as if there was not enough for two or ten long beaks. Sunday's are getting busier so often moving my "pearls of wisdom" to Monday. If I don't post on Monday, I'm probably dead so there's that. 

Dictators fail as they surround themselves with incompetent fools who never tell you the truth. Eventually it all crashes down-just not before damage is done.  At any rate, when all the leaders of Europe have to sit in on a meeting with marmie and Zelensky it screams "we don't trust you in big neon letters." Sigh.  Peace out/Stay Strong....💚  💙💛

     Show the Epstein files.......

        

BLOWING IN THE WIND (August 11/180)

WISHY WASHY Is there such a thing as a dishwasher culture? I must have been behind the road sign when the frenzy began. A dishwasher in my youth was my siblings' and myself. I still struggle with finding enough reasons to use my fancy BOSCH which I only have to fill the hole in the under-sink cabinets so its necessary. I am sorely lacking in the Tetra skills needed to place and stack. My stuff crashes down on the slightest touch so what are all those little dish holder thingees for if not to grasp bowls to their little metal hearts?

 As I always have way too much plastic, wood, sharp knives and pans I wouldn't put in the dishwasher,  handwashing is still a part of the scenario with my bottom rack kind of running free making me rethink the whole hassle of running the dishwasher in the first place. And what's with the "drip a few drops" of goop into the rinse pocket (which immediately runs down the door of the washer) and the so-called drying cycle. The dishes still have to be wiped dry even if they sit all night. Again, I don't get it but love when folks on HGTV (usually Americans) lament the lack of a dishwasher in their European apartment even if there is only one person!

AHOY MATEY Well, who found out she doesn't get seasick anymore. Well at least after my friendly little white pill -no not cocaine, Dramamine. We finally got the grandson out on the Great Lakes fishing. It was iffy all week with the wind expectations, but what the hell, what's 3-foot swells among friends. Though the Captain was adamant about wind direction if anyone was feeling "pukey". My calm stomach was severely tested when I chose to climb up to the flying bridge-oh baby does that rock and roll. The first mate said the boat's (Nauti Dog) keel was as deep as a sailboat so tipping over was not in the cards-like I had even thought about that until she mentioned it😕 (I said it was windy). I just assumed seeing the water inches away from my position was normal. Then for the "nervous nellies" they had "The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald" on their playlist-JP was not amused.

More fun. As these folks compete in fishing tournaments, the boats have BIG engines. As time is of the essence, they hammer going out and coming in. Anyone standing would have been on their butt immediately. I cannot believe beer is involved in these expeditions as not being thrown in the drink was a definite possibility with the constant waves banging against us. Up to 4-5 feet by then. We staggered around like we were 3 sheets to the wind. I pity the fool who went out on Lake Michigan that day without at least a 26-30 foot boat. Well guess they found out once they got past the break wall. With all that rocking and rolling I never fell.... until climbing out and tripping on the dock-Sigh.

The grandson, on the other hand, did not stomach things quite as well. He was pretty much rolled up in a ball except when a fish struck. Then it was all about the fishing where he landed three decent sized salmon during the adventure. As he put it, "my family goes into a panic when they yell fish on" as we were trying to get the pole to him. He battled each for five or ten minutes, so we were pretty proud he stuck with it getting all three.   

 

                                                           

                                              

  RANDOM RIGHTIES As they anxiously pluck their pearls about the missing tax-ass dems, did we forget the repugs ran away rather than vote on releasing the Epstein files? Or the Oregon-i repugs who walked out multiple times on agendas they didn't like? Our priorities are screwed up for sure. 

Recently saw a sign that said being left is a sign of mental illness/ quit watching so much TV. Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but most liberals do not spend that much time watching basic television-they are more intelligent, read and no doubt streaming multiple sources. Only magots inhale fax newsie 24/7 as the background for their lives. I for one have never watched CNN or CNBC actually, though I do enjoy watching Anderson Cooper on New's Years Eve as he gets hammered with Andy Cohen. I watch local and research multiple sources.  Oh yeah research, that woke intellectual-type stuff. May have to add CBS to that list at some point. 

Pirate walks into a bar with a paper towel on his head. Bartender says, "what's with the paper towel?" "Rrrr" pirate says "I's got a bounty on me head."  Ta ta boom! Peace out/Stay strong...💚  💙💛

WET, WILD & SOFT SERVE (August 4/181)

CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN  "Mayday Mayday" life jackets hastily donned, bilge pump engaged and buckets at the ready. Water sloshing over the back as the boat slowly sinks into the mucky bottom of the lake.

Well, it could have dramatically read that way if they hadn't brought her up on plane racing across the lake on the journey back to our dock from the launch site. Instead, it was our neighbor banging on the patio door saying, "your boat looks kind of low in the water". No shitske from the crown prince of understatement. Mayday mayday before we have nothing left but the ropes holding her to the dock. Thank goodness for the bilge pump as our bucket brigade was not keeping the lake at bay. Then miraculous discovery. The dang, stupid, naughty little plug was out. So, the OH had to wade through the mud blood, etc. up to his chest to reinsert the wayward plug. Mr. Bilge did the rest.

Disaster averted and fishing postponed for the day. Then of course, it rained all the next day so the two fisherpeople were a bit peeved at their reduced time on the lake. Not to mention having to dry out all their equipment, of which there is a lot, really, really a lot.. Funny  how all the sinking boat pics show one end going down before the other-very artistic. Nope, this one was going straight down all at once lacking poetic grace. Would have needed a crane to lift her out. Have to say it's a first after 40-50 years of owning boats. 

Funny phone conversation. I checked with ACE Hardware to determine if they had a pump if we needed one explaining about the boat mishap. One of the questions was "are you in the middle of the lake?" I just can't imagine what he was envisioning, obviously not an emergency where they would whip out there in their ACE boat and start pumping? Goes right in my book titled "Silly Questions, Volume 23".                                                                                                              

RANDOM OUTRAGES The plane is free! The billion for upgrading and renovation will come out of a bloated, unnecessary military budget item set aside to update our ancient BOMB SILOS! As our own jolly old St Prick moves a couple nuclear subs closer to pudding's territory. Priorities and all that.

The EPA has decided no connection between pollution and health, so they are going to deregulate all those bothersome rules about coal plants and other greenhouse gas producers. I suppose we can look forward to lead-based gasoline next. Be fun to see cities wreathed in gray sooty clouds like they used to be in the 50's. Ahh the good old days. Also, like the McCarthy nuts, fire anyone who does not meet your version of the "truth" (BLS labor numbers)

After a 10 million dollar tax-payer trip to promote his Scotland golf courses (ostensibly working on trade deals) the darn media will not stop asking about the Epstein debacle. And these were Scottish news media. You can just see the silly-assed look "how do they know about that?" In usual fashion the peda-in-chief puts a golf shoe in his mouthpiece to talk about E's "stealing" of his under-age spa employees and not having the "honor" of visiting the island. But he also took time out to insult the Dutch head of the European Union to state how ugly and inefficient windmills are. As windmills literally keep the sea out of their backyards, I have to give her credit for no eyerolls or a deserved backhand across that narcissistic smug face. Are we all sufficiently distracted yet?

RITES OF SUMMER As we languish in the dog days of August, where are the ice cream trucks of yesteryear? Was it that long ago when Mr. Softee and the Good Humor person plied our streets and our senses with their chocolaty frozen treats? Tri-colored popsicle bombs, sloppy soft serve with a twist melting down our shirts covering our hands with lickable goodness! Another passage of summer abandoned. Job didn't pay much, but the fringe benefits were both fattening and satisfying. That infuriating jingle of a long-forgotten song driving children insane and parents irritated as they scramble for quarters under the seat cushions. Now I'm hungry. Maybe we should advocate for a driveway cocktail truck for the after 6 pm crowd. That would sell.  Peace out.....💚  💙💛