T-Rump Lies: ‘I can’t imagine why’
April 28, 2020Once again breezy and warm in California’s Central Valley, an afternoon on a Tuesday — I think. Blogging in the backyard again, developed a taste for the heat in the shade. Age of the novel…
Once again breezy and warm in California’s Central Valley, an afternoon on a Tuesday — I think. Blogging in the backyard again, developed a taste for the heat in the shade. Age of the novel…
Breezy, warm Monday afternoon in California’s Central Valley — warm also means heat. And apparently, the T-Rump gang is catching mucho-heat still from that ‘detergent moment‘ from last Thursday, or as Jennifer Rubin put it:…
Another day of pestilence of the health-related kind, fueled by America’s insane predicament in the throes of a complete lunatic who is making our virus-infested Twilight Zone episode even more deadlier. The T-Rump is a…
Yesterday, the T-Rump descended even further than can be decently imagined down that escalator of cruel-insanity by advising us Americans to inject Lysol/detergent into our veins to combat COVID-19. A totally-fucked spectacle at his briefing/rally.…
In this preoccupied life, the best defense is laughter. Or insanity. First, read Martin Longman’s essay at Political Animal this morning, a ‘Desperate Sadness’ piece on how the US is fucked, and how the world…
Apparently the T-Rump is losing the sharp-edge of his malevolent, narcissist brain as his daily encounters with the media is causing him to act even-more petulant and nasty. The asshole is cratering at the polls,…
Another day in the life… (Illustration found here). Anniversary of a nasty sort — Dick Nixon died today 26 years ago. A great hat-tip to tengrain this morning and a link to this flashback of…
In the bat-shit crazy world we co-habitat, a short essay on our peculiar predicament, and not just COVID-19 floating in the air, but that nasty, orange-tinted virus at the podium (h/t BJ): And an addendum…
Overcast a bit, but windy here on this little patch of California’s Central Valley. Rain this morning cooled the air, occasional sunlight peeks through as Monday starts to roll to a close — early evening…
Saturday early-evening in California’s Central Valley, waiting while sheltering-in-place for the next episode to explode/implode in this strange, but real operation of life seemingly woven in shades of Rod Serling influenced by George Orwell colored…