Scott Pruitt and Mick Mulvaney enjoying a good laugh at our expense.
“Drain the swamp,” my large, pale, Irish-American arse.
Why, it’s gotten so swampy up there in DeeCee that even the alligators are wearing alligator shoes.
Tags: Albert Alligator, Howland Owl, Mick Mulvaney, Pogo, Scott Pruitt, The Swamp, Walt Kelly
April 9, 2018 at 8:19 am |
What’s the saying? Grifters gotta grift? I still wonder how long (if ever) before the morons who voted for Orange Hitler realize they’ve been had? There’s lots of winning going on but it seems to be mostly OH’s cronies cashing those fat checks.
April 9, 2018 at 9:02 am |
First they nick your wallet, then your pants, and finally you’re standing there butt-nekkid in the town square, wondering what the hell happened.
And it’s then, of course, that you get arrested for indecent exposure.
April 9, 2018 at 8:50 am |
Nothing wrong with D.C. that a direct hit from an asteroid would not cure. Meanwhile, O’G, I finally dipped my big toe in La Tierra Trails.
http://labikes.blogspot.com/2018/04/the-sins-of-urbanhood.html
April 9, 2018 at 9:10 am |
Ho … Herself and I were lounging on the patio, sipping beverages and airing the cats, and I decided to put on a little “Take 5.”
“Who’s that?” asks Herself. Ah, to be young again. …
I’ve been listening to a lot of jazz lately: Miles Davis, Dexter Gordon, Stan Getz, Thelonius Monk, Oscar Peterson, Sonny Rollins, Art Blakey, Charlie Parker, Dewey Redman, Ornette Coleman, John Coltrane, and a couple interesting combo platters like “Suite for Flute and Jazz Piano Trio,” featuring Jean-Pierre Rampal and Claude Bolling.
April 9, 2018 at 9:51 am |
That’s right. IIRC, you married a young ‘un, correct?
Its gotten to the point where it makes more sense to spin a CD or dial up Pandora than to listen to the daily depression on the news. I’m still trying to find stuff in The New Place. Downsizing is interesting. We finally dug out all the CDs and often hit Pandora and its jazz “stations” rather than go through the efforts of running the stereo.
April 9, 2018 at 10:22 am |
You left out Coleman Hawkins from your listening list – shame on you. The finest tenor that ever lived, bar none.
April 9, 2018 at 1:55 pm |
Whoops. I got Mr. Hawkins in “Sonny Meets Hawk!” And Bill Evans! Almost forgot him, too. Oddly for a flute player, I have no Herbie Mann, not in digital form, anyway. I have “Push Push” in vinyl, and met the man himself once in Weirdcliffe, of all places. He died right here in Noo Mesko, over to Pecos.
“Push Push” includes Duane Allman on guitar and Donald “Duck” Dunn on bass.
April 9, 2018 at 2:36 pm
Ah, the Duck on bass. It’s no wonder why he was in so much demand as a studio session musician and band mate.
April 9, 2018 at 10:22 am |
April 9, 2018 at 7:13 pm |
It seems the shit has hit the fan in DC. The FBI has entered jMichael Cohen’s office with search warrants, and the Dumpster wasn’t too happy about it. What’s next, golden showers on YouTube?
April 10, 2018 at 9:43 am |
If this presidency was a Mel Brooks movie it would be funny. Unfortunately, its not a comedy.
April 10, 2018 at 9:51 am |
April 11, 2018 at 7:53 pm |
“We have met the enemy and he am us”