Fall, stat! Whoof, the Universe is on the ball today. No sooner is it October than boom, the gray skies, the likelihood of thunderboomers, and the yellowing of the maple leaves.
With the changing of the seasons in full swing those fat bastards in DeeCee no longer need fear breaking a gravy sweat as they continue stripping the Republic for salable parts.
Has the Grand Experiment finally failed? Is it time to return to a monarchy? Some people think so. Liberation from the drudgery of managing their own affairs certainly would free up scads of time for watching cute kitty videos, Instagramming their Starbucks orders, and piloting defective e-scooters into phone-thumbing pedestrians.
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Indeed, even here in SoCal, I’m raking leaves and wearing shoes! Whaaa no more bare feet out on the deck. Time to flip the page on the calendar.
The BRAIN trust is headed your way next week for an e-Dealer Tour. I’ma tell ’em to pack they e-knee warmers.
it’s still hitting 90 here for the next few days. it’s been a brutal summer. a little rain would be nice.
I’m guessing you could do without the 54 inches of snow, though. That would be something of a shock to the system, que no?
i’d take it if it would get me out of work for a few days.
There is no normal anymore; weather, climate or politics. Like the fun house mirrors.
That little post hit the yin and the yang. The “democracy” did give us a sick, old, city slicker, white boy for prez. Haven’t we discussed this before? I defer to the Professor in Italia.
this is a fun little thing we’ve been doing for a few years now that the weather has (hopefully) cooled a bit.
That does look like fun, Carl. We’re supposed to get a new java spot just down Tramway sometime soon, as part of a defunct-Hastings makeover spearheaded by entrepreneur Art Gardenswartz, who once owned a regional sporting-goods chain.
The ’hood is infested with Starbucks, so I’m hoping this new outfit finds its niche. I also need to visit O’Bean’s, which is north on Tramway. There’s a Satellite Coffee down at Wyoming and Montgomery, where I worked for a spell until we got the Innertubes all pumped up here, but it’s not what you’d call a bike-friendly ride. I don’t even like driving there in Sue Baroo the Fearsome Furster.
I miss Hastings. Books and movies, used and new in one place, and they had a great selection of movies on Blu-ray including remastered classics.
Eve Peyser, why are you giving these “new monarchists”/white supremacists oxygen? I found it odd that she didn’t even mention the white supremacy connection.
Well, you must admit that the mouth-breathing monarchists provide a welcome diversion from the mouth-breathing red hats.
I’ve often felt I would make an excellent king, but I keep getting pigeonholed by my résumé, which lists only various stints as a court jester.
Plus, you’re not crazy (unless you’re like a fox).
You may address us as “King Crimson, 21st Century Schizoid Man.”
Still pretty warm here in Sicily. Seems like Don the Con’s chair’s getting kinda warm too? IMPEACH THE MOFO ALREADY!
Meanwhile, we’re slowly getting moved in, waiting for the movers to come over and drag away the stuff we don’t want BEFORE they bring our stuff over from storage. 115 square meters ain’t that big when it’s spread over 3 floors + loft + terrace.
The orange sonofabitch has a hellish vitality, que no? Most of us would be copping a plea, eyeing the exits, and hoping to keep our pensions.
Of course, there’s nothing this pendejo enjoys more than pissing away other people’s money, and that may be what’s keeping him going. We’re paying through the snout for both sides of this game, offense and defense. Plus the refs and the media coverage. Call it the Stupid Bowl.
What keeps him going, in my opinion, is seeing his name in the news all day, every day. That and his minions fawning over him all damn day. He’s greedy as hell for sure, but that ego needs constant feeding or the asshole gets testy and sits on the shitter all weekend watching faux news and tweeting to his followers. What I don’t get is that he violates the Twiiter rules and still doesn’t allow anyone on his feed who disagrees with him despite the court decision that he must. Why don’t they kick his ass off?
WOW! Can you imagine Don the Con unable to excrete his ramblings via Twitter? “Why don’t they kick his ass off?” is one of those “It’s all about the Benjamins, baby” things, no?
I want the press corp (just once) to wait until he shows up to flap his yap at them, then turn their backs to him for 5 minutes. How long will he stand there with cameras running before he figures it out and does something – walks away, hold shis breath, gestures wildly, melts down like the wicked witch of the west, etc?