“If you count the legal votes, I easily win.
Hey, Johnny, got any more Roxxies?”
We’re all having a little hee, and also some haw, over Adolf Twitler delivering a major address to the voices in his head at the White House last night.
I caught only a couple minutes of the performance, which falls short of the ne plus ultra — gin-soaked Tricky Dick wandering the halls at midnight, screeching at the paintings.
Still, I think it’s fair to observe that the current “president” seemed not unlike a geriatric bear that wandered into Johnny Depp’s house, gobbled most of his stash, had three strokes in quick succession, then picked up a Shure SM58 and started freestyling.
That being said, we are all about the public service here at Ye Olde Chuckle Hut, and I’d like to pass on this friendly reminder from Ranger Smith, who notes that even if Sleepy Joe pulls off the V here, Yogi will still be rifling the pic-a-nic baskets at Jellystone Park until Jan. 20, 2021.
We now return you to the clusterfuck, which is already in progress.
Tags: Adolf Twitler, Boo Boo, Ranger Smith
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November 6, 2020 at 7:30 am |
sometimes you get the bear, and sometimes the bear gets you (in my best sam elliot voice)
November 6, 2020 at 7:32 am |
That some kind of Eastern thing? (Best “The Dude” voice.)
November 6, 2020 at 2:52 pm |
November 6, 2020 at 1:40 pm |
Yep, even if Joltin’ Joe pulls out the win, there’s way more going wrong with this place.
Still, this is kind of funny.
November 6, 2020 at 3:03 pm |
Meanwhile back in Michigan we did not see a Blue Wave or even a fekkin ripple. But we did see 72 degrees and the Rivendell made a tour to my daughters garden where I picked a few late raspberries in NOVEMBER. Last week it of course spit snow. Since summoning lawyers and declaring you’ve been cheated seems the way of the world I plan to sue tRump (along with half the world) for bringing on the worst sciatica imaginable. Strangely riding the Riv doesn’t make it worse. Less strangely a few Keweenaw Brewing Borealis consumed whilst watching the sun go down doesn’t hurt either. The thought has arisen to stay a little drunk the next few days as a safeguard against any fake news lurking within Covid 19 cells.
November 6, 2020 at 3:36 pm |
I will drink to that mi amigo. Just got back from Copper Brothel Brewery, owned by a mother & daughter team, where I had two Felina’s Oatmeal Stouts with my Cubano and slaw lunch. All I want to see tomorrow is the number 270 and rain.
November 6, 2020 at 4:22 pm |
Yesterday we popped round to Herself the Elder’s place to wish her a happy birthday via window and iPhone.
It’s hard to have a happy birthday when you’re on lockdown and under quarantine (following a visit to the doc to get her cast removed).
But the staff went the extra mile, hanging banners, providing floral arrangements, and serving up the shrimp fried rice we brought … plus kicking in a chocolate-cream pie for dessert.
November 6, 2020 at 5:49 pm |
Best wishes and as much happiness as possible to your Lassie’s Mom. We recently had one elder home get hit with the virus and within the last couple of days our local Veteran’s Home got hit. It’s tragic that our seniors are being sacrificed for our impatience and selfishness. I have my economic thoughts on this matter and everyone knows that injuneers are always right.
November 6, 2020 at 5:55 pm |
That is awesome, good wishes to Herself the Elder. Goes to show that regardless of all the shit, there are a lot of good people out there.
November 7, 2020 at 6:21 am
Mega dittoes here Hurben! Best wishes to HtE!!!!!!
November 7, 2020 at 6:06 am |
The people who work at the assisted-living place are examples for us all. They deserve knighthoods, sainthoods, Presidential Medals of Freedom, and a whole lot more money in the old pay envelope every week. However much they’re getting, it isn’t enough.
A staffer’s daughter — Her daughter! Not even on the clock! — gave Herself the Elder a flower arrangement for her birthday. I know a certain Irish-American layabout who had to be prodded to visit his own granny in the nursing home. Bring a little light to the lives of total strangers? Puh-leeze. He had other stuff to do.
“She’d really like to see you. …”
“Aw, Mom, I’m kinda busy with all the booze, drugs, and petty crime. Maybe tomorrow.”
November 7, 2020 at 10:45 am |
Happy Birthday to Herself the Elder! What a sweet celebration.
November 7, 2020 at 5:02 am |
Yea for HtE! And, Hurben is right. I, however, am disappointed this morning. The number is still 264 and it is not raining. It is our anniversary though, and Sandy has let live one more year for a running total of 33. I did do some guitar trading two weeks ago, so I may not show up around the Mad Dog Cracker Barrel tomorrow.
November 7, 2020 at 6:15 am |
Happy anniversary to yis both, Paddy me lad. The charity of women never fails to astound me. Mine knows where all the guns are and here I still am, 30 years later, still above the auld sod and taking nourishment.
New guitar, hey? Taylor keeps tempting me with new models, but I’m starting to wonder whether a new flute might be in order. My 1965 Boosey & Hawkes was never much of a flute to start with and it’s even less so now.
But a poorly played acoustic guitar sort of floats under most people’s audio radar. If it turns out that my flute problem is the musician and not the instrument, the neighbors, their house pets, and the authorities may intervene. And I’m out a ton of folding green to no particular purpose.
November 7, 2020 at 7:51 am
PO’G: Take a look at some of the Yamaha intermediate level flutes. Great reviews and highly respected.
November 7, 2020 at 8:24 am
Thanks, JD, that’s where I’ve been focusing my attention. My old B&H is barely playable anymore, and continuing to pump money into repairs is just flushing it down a 55-year-old rathole. Why, it hardly scares the cat. I have to break out the tin whistles for that.
November 7, 2020 at 7:04 am |
Thanks Patrick, and Sandy says hello. I traded my Taylor 312 and Martin 000-15m for a Taylor 12 fret 522ce. It is an all mahogany sweetheart that fits me almost the same as my Rainsong which makes switching easier. Now, I need to quit buying and start playing more! And finally get those barre chords working.
November 7, 2020 at 7:23 am |
Oooooo, datsa pretty guitar. I need to start playing more too, but with Taylor and Martin both churning out new models it’s gonna be tough to focus on playing instead of purchasing. Somehow I suspect Herself will lend me a hand there, smack on the back of the head.
Howdy and congrats back to Sandy from Herself and me.
November 6, 2020 at 3:39 pm |
https://www.copperbrothelbrewery.com/
November 6, 2020 at 4:03 pm |
Good on ye, Herb. Yesterday I saw a snake on Trail 365. In November. And no, it wasn’t Kellyanne Conway.
Beat that sciatica into submission no matter how many beers it takes. A man must carry on.