Miss Mia Sopaipilla mans (cats?) the battlements.
Miss Mia Sopaipilla, The Last Cat Standing, checks the southeast perimeter for any sign of Spike the Terrorist Deer.
Things are greening up and budding out, and staff seems preoccupied with other matters, so Mia stands the watch.
In addition to the wine delivery we had a couple of packages to drop off at USPS, so I strapped a Wald basket on the rear rack of the Soma Double Cross.
One never knows. The sneaky sonofabitch might like cat food.
Meanwhile, staff kitted up for another wine run yesterday afternoon. We chatted briefly with Herself the Elder via phone, next to her closed bedroom window, and then scurried back to El Rancho Pendejo as a light sprinkle began.
We saw quite a few cyclists on the Tramway bike path, in some cases moms herding mobs of children. I think of being on lockdown with a herd of bored and restless rug monkeys, and I wish I’d been kinder to me sainted ma, who was sentenced to life without parole as a housewife and mother.
Elsewhere, I see our “leaders” have been up to the usual, which is to say not much barring high crimes and misdemeanors.
It really is long past time for the press to quit covering what Chazbo Pierce calls “the daily briefings from the Coronavirus Superfriends,” which have devolved into miniature campaign rallies for Il Douche, free telemarketing for his only product, bullshit.
There is no breaking news to be had at this surgical theater of the absurd, and responsible journalists should take the time to suck it up, watch the comedy, pluck the rare diamond from the dung, and pass the stone, with an addendum tallying the ratio of facts to lies. No diamonds? No distribution. See James Fallows at The Atlantic for more. I like James so much that I ponied up for a subscription.
In other news, United Airlines is cordially invited to go fuck itself. Jesus. These people are completely without shame. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: I would rather pay to push my Subaru uphill into the wind, wearing roller skates and this goddamn ankle brace, than fly United for free.
Tags: Herself, Herself the Elder, Il Douche, James Fallows, Miss Mia Sopaipilla, Mom, Spike the Terrorist Deer, The Atlantic, The Coronavirus Superfriends
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March 21, 2020 at 8:21 am |
Good friend of ours got screwed by first Pan Am and then United back in the nineties. She got to watch the companies slash her bennies and retirement program. She finally quit the flying business, went back to school, and became an RN, which is a little more valued.
March 21, 2020 at 9:00 am |
The airlines generally suck. When times are good, they screw you. When times are bad they screw you as customer AND taxpayer. Prof. Warren and Co. need to make damn sure these bailouts come with anti stock-buyback and executive salary/stock-option limits and the benefits go to the workers rather than Don the Con’s darlings, the stockholders. Stop trying to tickle Dow Jones into an erection and take care of the people who work for a living!!!
Meanwhile, what are the odds that King Don decides an election in November is too risky so he’ll just keep on keepin’ on until (he declares of course) everything is OK again? And just-in-case we DO have an election he’ll keep using “Spicy’s, The Mooch’s and Snarling Derision’s'” old platform to hold what have become little more than campaign rallies every day….that we the taxpayers fund. Will the collective news media one day just wait until Don the Con shows up, then turn their backs and walk out while the cameras roll? Someone needs to ask this guy whatever became of his campaign slogan “I alone can fix it!” Has he said that once since taking office?
March 21, 2020 at 11:24 am |
I last flew United back in the 1980’s. “Last flew” is the correct phrase. Doesn’t United realize that we are all in this? Perhaps they need to consider having “Corona” flights. The only people allowed on them would be people who have already survived the virus.
I sent an email to a friend of mine last week including the following:
“I was thinking of an interesting hypothetical this morning. Perhaps the corona virus will disrupt the country enough that Trump steps in and declares a national emergency and cancels the November election because it would require people to interact in public while voting. Trump would then indefinitely place a hold on future elections until the economy is stabilized. It’s easy to laugh about but it’s been done many times by leaders in the past. If I were one of the younger Democratic candidates that pulled out of the race, I’d consider keeping my campaign “pilot light” burning ready to fire up in the future. If the election were to be delayed long enough, both Bernie and Biden could pass on before voting is made. But hey, it’s only hypothetical.”
Yep. Trump’s use of words like “Emergency” and “War” should put us all on guard and ready to take action (politically and legally at this time) against his and his supporters future plans.
Also, Is your Subaru really that aerodynamic that the wind makes that much difference when you are pushing it uphill? I find this doesn’t make much difference in my fine Ferrari red ‘merican made minivan…, of which pushing is a common concern.
March 21, 2020 at 1:49 pm |
Don the Con might try that. Would be a re-write of the 1933 Enabling Acts in Germany that effectively handed the government to Schicklgruber. And I sure do doubt that his GOP quislings in Congress would revolt.
March 21, 2020 at 1:50 pm |
I haven’t flown in 4 years. That trip was for the funeral of a close family member. That will probably be the reason for my next and, hopefully, final flight. I have flown enough.
I don’t think there is any legal way to delay the election.
Today I took the advice of Mr. Miyagi.
March 21, 2020 at 2:37 pm |
PS: Did a little checking. Congress is responsible for setting the date for elections; the executive has little or no say, as it should be. With the current democratic majority in the house, that has no chance of happening.
March 21, 2020 at 3:18 pm |
Mr. Miyagi was lenient. The kid started washing the car down at the bottom of the door. That didn’t fly in my family. It was roof first, windows second, hood and trunk third, sides fourth, front and rear fifth, tires sixth, and wheels last. We were too cheap for wax TG.