Back in the saddle again

Miss Mia Sopaipilla inquires whether I plan to stick around for a few head bumps before pissing off again to God knows where.

Miss Mia Sopaipilla inquires whether I plan to stick around for a few head bumps before pissing off again to God knows where.

Nose, meet grindstone.

I pretty much plugged right back in after my little sojourn in the desert. Cranked out a column and cartoon for Bicycle Retailer, edited pix and video for Adventure Cyclist, bashed out a post and gallery for all y’all, delivered myself of a few quips on social media, replenished the larder, and got the Subie serviced.

The old rice rocket is still ticking along nicely after 11 years and 117,000 miles, and a few inexpensive repairs — replacing the cracked moon roof, reupholstering the driver’s seat and buffing the haze out of the headlights — should keep me off the car lots for a while yet.

The critters’ separation anxieties have all been soothed (I haven’t told them Herself will be pissing off to Hawaii here directly). And if I haven’t had a lick of exercise in three days, well, at least I’ve gotten a few things done.

After a heavenly week of shunning radio, TV and the Innertubez, I can’t say I’ve enjoyed catching up on the news, save for a bit of heehawing at Jeb (!) finally noticing all those loafer prints in his ass. How pleasurable it was to finally see a head roll in that dime-store dynasty, even with The Donald serving as executioner.

And speaking of The Mouth That Roared, that tale has pretty much stopped being funny. Over at MoJo, David Corn reminds us that the Rethugs have no one to blame but themselves for this billionaire buccaneer who sailed right into the middle of their tony fleet and let fly with broadsides to port and starboard.

At The Guardian, Jeb Lund distributes the credit a little more widely, observing that the courtier press is a bit too comfy in its own box seat at the opera to notice that the peasants outside are revolting (oy, are they ever).

Me, I think we all had a hand in the phenomenon that Charlie Pierce calls “He, Trump.” Or off it, as in abandoning control of our electoral processes to the pros, fixers and wizards.

This is one of the reasons I’m not sanguine about the idea of self-driving cars. If you’re not in the driver’s seat, you can be certain that someone else is. And they may be taking you somewhere you’d rather not go.

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22 Responses to “Back in the saddle again”

  1. Steve O Says:

    I got a feeling the rest of the GOP field is channeling Jon Lovitz as Michael Dukakis right now: “I can’t believe I’m losing to this guy!”

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      There was a dude who swam for the Air Academy team back in the day, when I was at Mitchell High and we were crushing it in the South Central League.

      Dude looked soft, not quite Pillsbury Doughboy soft, but maybe chess club soft. Think Spaulding Smalls ini “Caddyshack.”

      Dude would absolutely murder us in the pool. Seriously. I’m talking out and toweled off before we finished. And just a horrible asshole. None of us could believe we were losing to him.

      So, yeah. I can feel the Rethugs’ pain, though I’m glad they have to take the beating. But shit, this guy is peeing in the pool we all have to swim in, no matter what our political affiliation.

  2. Steve O Says:

    It amazes me that He is doing so well amongst evangelicals. And then it doesn’t. The so-called Christian so-called Right has been charting an interesting course ever since Lord Nixon mobilized them and convinced them that they were the victims. WWJD has been replaced with JWM2GM (Jesus wants me to get mine).

  3. khal spencer Says:

    You know what Larry’s wife says…..

  4. Pat O'Brien Says:

    That “look” from Mia reminds me of the “look” Duffy gives us as we go out the door. Gone for an hour or a day, the “look” remains the same.

    From the Tao, “when people lose their sense of awe, they turn to religion. When they no longer trust themselves, they turn to authority.” Trump’s supporters, it seems to me, are trusting him as an authority. And if they are evangelicals, they have also lost their sense of awe. Not a good place to be. Add in what Larry’s wife says, and we are in trouble. That asshole is scary.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Mia has one of the most expressive faces I’ve ever seen on a cat. She’s not at all hampered by her lack of eyebrows. Very vocal, too, thought she’s not a patch on the late, lamented Chairman Meow, who could raise the dead.

      And yeah, Trump as an authority figure gives me the willies. I think it was Kevin Drum who ran the math and determined that if he had taken that “little million-dollar loan” from his daddy and just banked it, that he’d be richer today than he is.

      Ten pounds of shit in a five-pound Gucci bag, is what. The scary thought is that so many people want to buy it.

      • Steve O Says:

        Folks forget, he ran a casino into bankruptcy. A casino. You know how you make money with a casino? You turn on the lights and open the front door. His lost money. As Theodore Geisel said, that is very hard to do.

  5. larryatcycleitalia Says:

    Trump reminds more and more of ol’ Benito Mussollini. But I can’t see all those who voted for R. Money last time pulling the lever for The Donald this time – and there aren’t enough slack-jawed locals who can (or will) to make up the difference. The Rethugs only hope (other than the vulgar, talking yam has a heart attack before the convention) is that the rest of us get so disenchanted with the whole mess we don’t show up either.

    • Steve O Says:

      If you believe 538’s math, Trump is likely to win the party nod but is looking at a double digit spanking come November. His floor is high but his ceiling is low. Comforting, except for the part about how this is even happening in a modern democracy.

      • Patrick O'Grady Says:

        It all reminds me of the Gilbert Shelton cartoon book “Wonder Wart-Hog and the Nurds of November.”

        The Hog of Steel’s alter ego, Philbert Desanex, is elected president of the United States, but the Electoral College overturns the popular vote on the instructions of the evil corporate swine running the global octo-glomerate Gloptron, Inc., and Philbert is forced to call a Constitutional Convention to right the wrong.

        Unfortunately, it turns into something of a luau, and the hungover attendees decide they want to establish a fascist dictatorship.

        Here’s the back cover. Kinda looks like Trump v. Sanders, no?

      • larryatcycleitalia Says:

        Yep, if Trumpolini gets the nomination it would seem that God’s Own Party will go the way of the Whigs. The scary guy to me is Rubio – a better-looking, Cuban version of Dubya. Go Donnie!!!

  6. Ira Says:

    I’m sure you ‘Mericans would qualify for refugee status up here in Canada should Captain Combover somehow make it in to the Oval Office. It’s cold as hell most of the year, but the beer is fine and the gun violence practically non-existent. Just make sure you get here before He builds The Wall.

    I feel your pain. We just finished 10 years in the Dark Ages before the election in November booted out the Nazi bastards. The current Liberal government has been working non-stop undoing some really nasty legislation the previous Conservatives enacted. Hopefully we’ve seen the last of them for a while.

    Or, better yet, how much room you got Larry?

  7. Hurben Says:

    I used to find this funny, now I think it reflects your politics a bit too accurately.

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