Saturday Bag ‘o Joe
You learn something every day. When I say you I mean me, because everyone else knew that already.
"No matter how cynical I get, I can’t keep up.” — Lily Tomlin
The continuation of war by other means
You learn something every day. When I say you I mean me, because everyone else knew that already.
I try to have faith people will see Trump’s malicious lies for what they are. After all, from day one he’s claimed the only reason he lost the popular vote to Hillary Clinton was massive voter fraud, and no one has ever believed a word of that.
Rex Tillerson (remember him?) once took a cognitive test. They asked him to correctly characterize Donald Trump after spending five minutes in the same room with him. He passed with flying colors. The doctors, they were amazed. Some of them are still crying.
Our good boy tested positive for valley fever, so now we know what to treat him for and I’m driving by later today to pick up anti-fungal medication.
This election’s going to be every bit as toxic as the last one, but I have to hope people of good will don’t get discouraged by the flood of fearmongering and gaslighting coming our way, because really, negativity is all the Republicans have. That’s their whole shot, like always.
Is it possible, as alarmists have claimed all along, that the Electoral College installed a straight-up Russian agent in the White House? A literal traitor? Can polite people start saying it out loud?
I’ve always believed racism is baked into human nature. I also believe we can, if we choose to, control it.
Our old pool umbrella’s shot, so we ordered a new one. I use the umbrella to shade a section of the pool, moving it around as necessary (it swivels at the base). It’s the only way I can log pool time while staying out of the sun … well, except for swimming at night, the […]