Whew. Looks like I picked a good week to go on a news fast. These pendejos are pitching fastballs. At this pace there won’t be a wall without shit running down it before Valentine’s Day. A lot of it won’t stick, but it’s gonna pile up. The forecast calls for deep doo.
My news fast coincided with a cold snap that kept me off the bike. I don’t object to cycling in the 30s if the sun’s out, but when Tōnatiuh abdicates in favor of Ehecatl, it’s time to go for a run.
Thing is, I’m not a runner. Not really. A runner certainly wouldn’t call me one. Especially if s/he’d caught me at it.
I can pretend for 45 minutes but that’s about it. And that doesn’t burn a lot of daylight for a fella trying to avoid the doomscrolling.
Still, I managed. For about four days. Who can avert his or her eyes while passing a domestic disturbance in daylight or an unshaded window at night? This is like driving past a five-car crash without checking the gutters for rolling heads.
So I eased back in, slowly. A little Kevin Drum. Then a bit of Charlie Pierce. This is akin to reading the police report, if Joseph Wambaugh wrote it. The Atlantic, for a soupçon of button-down viewing with alarm.
Finally, I hit the hard stuff. The New York Times. Holy shit, etc.
I hope the rubes who elected this bozo are enjoying the shitshow. Looks like it’ll be a good long while before he gets those egg prices down.
Mad Blog Media 
Elect a clown, get a circus.
We’re gonna need a bigger bus. Too many bozos on this one.
The best part about my self inflicted news blackout is that not only do I not know what the hell all the yammering is about but I don’t care to know either. So’s when someone sez “can you believe what Donnie Destructo said?” I can just smile and say “nope” since I really don’t know what the fuck he said. I just know if his mouth is open, he’s lying and so are his minions. However, I did take peeks into the fires of hell taking wrath on CA. And took in some financial news mongering so I could gloat a little about pulling out of the “market” three years ago. Oh sure it’s up right now but it’s up from going down a lot after the election and it will go waaay down in the near future.
I do wish my knees and back could handle running again. It’s the bestest, fastest way to clean out the pipes and make room for replacement calories.
If donnie knew how to pull out, he wouldn’t have eric and junior. Melania sure was smiling at Gavin. Must be the real hair.
Trouser stains strutting around the Orange House, picking up any loose change that spills from the old man’s pockets. They make Hunter Biden look like the Son of God.
Herself’s new pat response to anyone mentioning Beelzebozo is: “Not a fan.” That about covers it.
I just went for another quick run. Dicked around indoors for too long to squeeze in a ride. Now I’m thinking I need new shoes, because I can feel every stone on the trail in my old zapatos.
That’s a good response, and I used to use it. But, I decided that the people that voted for him need to own what he’s doing. So my response will not be as civil. But, I have the luxury of being retired and don’t have to maintain peace in a working environment.
They’re gonna have a lot to own. The guy by himself is bad enough, but Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick, these fixers of his are strictly Reichstag 1933.