Bang, pow, zoom: To the moon, O’Grady!
OK, so it wasn’t quite that dramatic. But it wasn’t no honeymoon, neither.
What it was: I test-drove a new chiropractor today and after some exertion on his part (and some unseemly screeching on mine) I am feeling a bit more like myself. A barely upright lesser primate, in other words.
In professional parlance, I am “a mess,” which is no surprise to anyone.
But mess though I may be, at least I have not been caught lying to the press and to Congress. Now that’s a mess.
Whether anyone has the spine to treat this ailment, of course, is another matter entirely.
Tags: chiropractic, Jeff Sessions, King Donald the Short-fingered
November 2, 2017 at 7:54 pm |
I am glad you’re feeling a little less “bent.” I think a spine manipulator in DC would have trouble finding enough work to eat regular meals.
Me, I’m a geographical bachelor again for a couple of weeks while the smarter half visits family in Kentucky. I plan on bonding more with the Duffy and riding at every opportunity, including a little tandem chasing.
November 3, 2017 at 4:57 pm |
Man, how many times per annum does she make that journey? That’s a long haul.
Herself is fixing to head that direction as well, to hang with kin in Florida. I hope my back is completely functional by the time she takes wing, ’cause this place requires a great deal of management, and as you may recall, I am strictly from labor.
November 3, 2017 at 5:45 pm |
Three times this year. She is helping her Mom and Sis with some medical appointments and cataract surgery.
Mr. Boo can manage. But, get the union steward in there if he violates the contract. Duffy is running this joint just fine, but he sure gets demanding around meal time.
The allergies are kicking my ass this afternoon.
November 3, 2017 at 6:54 pm |
Allergies? In November? You need to move north, Pat!! 🙂
November 3, 2017 at 7:13 pm |
I got ’em too. Ragweed and grass here, I think, along with the usual coarse particulates. Phaw.
November 3, 2017 at 9:22 am |
Glad you’re feeling better. As to a mess in DeeCee, it doesn’t seem much of a real mess to me when you look at the responses. The knuckle-draggers who support the regime just lap it up (if they’re paying attention) while the party-first Rethugs just try to hold on, hoping their sacred tax “reform” scam can get passed.
Meanwhile the Greasy Orange Turd and his press secretary try to convince us all that up is down, left is right, they care about folks who aren’t rich, etc. So far they’re all getting away with the con game while the opposition does nothing much.
You know what my wife says….
November 3, 2017 at 4:59 pm |
“While the opposition does nothing much.” You got that right. Charlie Pierce says the Donks are managing to fuck this up, which should surprise absolutely no one.
They’re like teetotalers locked in a beer cooler, willfully refusing to take advantage of opportunity.
November 3, 2017 at 6:01 pm |
“Let me tell you, the one that matters is me. I’m the only one that matters because when it comes to it that’s what the policy is going to be,”
That “check and balance” shit they keep talking about better kick in soon. Maybe when Flynn and Donnie Jr. get indicted he will finally quit.
November 4, 2017 at 8:21 am |
NEVER underestimate the ability of the Democratic Party to snatch defeat from the hands of victory. I joined ’em to support Howard Dean back-in-the-day but when they did to him what they did to Bernie this time round I bailed…for good.
I vote for and support individual Donk candidates but I will NEVER give a dime to the DNC.
November 3, 2017 at 4:53 pm |
Second visit to the backcracker today and I’m feeling more like myself. I may yet walk upright again, ook ook ook.
Crack your bones!
November 3, 2017 at 6:21 pm |
Just don’t go full Eddie Izzard on us – ok?
November 3, 2017 at 6:58 pm |
Never fear. I’m not nearly as funny as Eddie, nor do I look as good in a dress.
November 4, 2017 at 7:11 am |
“They are not women’s clothes. They are mine. I paid for them.”
November 4, 2017 at 7:51 am |
He’s an executive transvestite, you know. Not a weirdo transvestite.