And not just me, either: While we were all entranced with “The Comey Show,” the House GOP was continuing the Lord’s work, which is to say hotwiring the Republic and tooling on over to the Thieves Paradise Chop Shop.
Look for that crowd to redouble its efforts before it comes out that the real Donald Trump croaked back in the Eighties while horning lines off Russian hookers three at a time and this bozo is an old KGB pro with a new face.
I’ll confess that I only watched a little of Comey’s testimony. As soon as Little Marco’s earnest, sweaty mug popped onto The New York Times video feed, I kitted up and shot out the door for a bike ride before it got too bloody hot here, too.
I wonder who was tasked with holding the elephant tranquilizers for Don Clementino while his piggy little eyes took it all in. Probably President Bannon. I bet he even pre-chewed ’em for the poor little tyke.
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Sorta makes 29’ers vs. 27.5’ers vs. 26’ers, e-bikes vs. self-powered bikes, EPO vs. other to-be-discovered PEDs, and electronic shifters vs. manual/mechanical shifters seem, how shall we say…..insignificant……petty…..unimportant…….time wasted? 🙂
Tell y’what: Some days it’s tough to focus on anything else. This is not good for a fella who makes his meager living by cracking wise about the bikey bike.
I was able to watch about 45 minutes this morning. It was too distracting to listen on the radio in the car.
I wonder what Shitler did instead of live tweeting.
He lawyered up and (mostly) shut up. I could hear the birds singing again. We have a robin’s nest in the apple tree next to the garage. The younguns tweet with much more musicality than does Orange Julius Caesar.
I guess we are stuck with Cheeto Benito for a few more months. No smokin’ gun from Comey today. Meanwhile things are looking up, just a little, in England, and Trump’s lawyer must have taken the 70 year old toddler’s phone away.
The GOP hasn’t yet squeezed the last drop of trickle-down out of the unhinged sonofabitch. Once he’s drier than a popcorn fart, we might see something done. But not until then.
Right you are! With all the air in the room being used up by Trumplethinskin and his shiny balls, the congress continues to spend, borrow, and bestow the proceeds on the 1%. Dodd-Frank? We don’t need no stinkin’ Dodd-Frank. You can trust Wall Street, Wells Fargo, and Wall Mart. Shit would be funny if it wasn’t dividing the country almost to the point of no return. Like Sam Jackson says, people better wake the fuck up.
Meanwhile, we had “The House of Duffy” painted, and I have a little touch up to do. Easier to hit it quick that to call the painter, an old neighbor, back to do it. Easy, sleazy. Plus, I made some fresh basil pesto from the potted plants outback. Time for some pasta for lunch. Mountain ride tomorrow, then road on Sunday and Monday. Tuesday off, the off to Coronado National Monument on Wednesday. That ride has some climbing involved, but coming back down is a hoot since they repaved the road and took out the cattle guards. Got to watch for the buzz worms though.