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Happy New Year, Pat. We got a ton of rain last night — Herself and I went out for a late jog and it started dribbling on us almost immediately and by the finale was full-on sleet. Then it turned to rain and all the cacti got a good soaking.
I sent the rain; it should arrive at your casa this afternoon.
Big home made sub sandwiches and cole slaw for lunch then a movie. Something lighter after watching “Snowden” a few days ago. Rented and streamed it from the iTunes store. I recommend it, but it will make you put your phone in the microwave and place band aids over the lap top cameral.
2017 will not likely be dull, though the excitement provided by Il Duce II is unlikely to be the kind anyone other than the 1% will actually enjoy based on his antics so far.
But Happy New Year anyway!
I haven’t heard anyone talking 25th Amendment remedies yet, which makes me wonder whether such a scheme might be in the works. Thing is, you have to get two-thirds of both the House and Senate to buy in, and you can’t get that many of these bozos to agree on what time of day it is, much less whether the prez is a raving nutbag.
Section 4. Whenever the Vice President and a majority of either the principal officers of the executive departments or of such other body as Congress may by law provide, transmit to the President pro tempore of the Senate and the Speaker of the House of Representatives their written declaration that the President is unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office, the Vice President shall immediately assume the powers and duties of the office as Acting President. –
It gets complicated after the prez submits a written rejoinder (“I know you are, but what am I?”). More paperwork, deadlines and related chin music.
Can you imagine cable news? We’d all have to carry umbrellas even in sunny weather because heads would be exploding everywhere and little tufts of carefully coiffed hair would be wafting down upon us like fuzzy snowflakes.
I’m telling you guys that Darth Cheeto ain’t interested in being Prez. All he wanted to do was rub Obama’s nose in it after he won. Revenge for Obama roasting his orange ass during the 2011 White House Correspondent’s Dinner. Look at his face. Smoke coming out his ears, nose, or his whatever. He will find some way to quit in the first year. What do you think?
My best guess is that Darth Cheeto will continue acting the fool with the Repugs’ blessing as long as he doesn’t cut into their action. While we all watch the funny man, their minions will be circulating among the giggling throngs, lifting wallets and vacuuming out purses.