Overcast this Tuesday morning on California’s north coast, with an occasional glimpse of faded-yellow sunshine every now and then, sometimes a bright glare — supposedly a couple of days of good sun starting tomorrow, shining through Friday.
Hopefully, maybe the good-weather could begin this afternoon, or right now…

Meanwhile tonight, the T-Rump will blather ‘.…not a State of the Union,‘ speech before a joint session of Congress. I’ll most-likely catch some of it, but in short bursts — the T-Rump has gone beyond a visual gag-choke point. Looking at that bloated, fucked face for any length of time makes me want to blow chunks.

Odd and way-sad, one of the most-ignorant, despicable, and repugnant individuals ever, is our POTUS — a scenario way-frighteningly-scary, too.

(Illustration: MC Escher’s engraving, ‘Old Oliver Tree,’ found here).

This has to be probably the weirdest situation in US history — here’s a guy the general public really dislikes, and apparently liking him less by the day, and has really put a stamp on arrogant incompetence, talking to the nation like he has sense.
Wonder if any Congress-critter will scream, ‘Liar!’ tonight?

And without remorse, or any moral understanding — T-Rump in an interview yesterday on “Fox & Friends,” this in response to not attending this year’s White House Correspondents’ dinner (via Politico):

“I just thought, in light of the fact of fake news and all of the other things we’re talking about now — I thought it would be inappropriate,” he said.
“I have great respect for the press. I have great respect for reporters and the whole profession. Now, with all of that being said, I just thought it would be better if I didn’t do the dinner. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to do it next year.”

Good grief!