
What a gloomy day. The ceiling is all the way down to the deck and the drizzle is intermittent. Reminds me of Oregon, only without all the ICEholes and Natural Gourds wandering around, growing fungus in their footwear and moss on their north sides.
Ordinarily I’d slip out for a jog between sprinkles, but I’ve already logged two 5K runs this week and fear a third would leave me a smelly puddle of tears, shredded connective tissue, and bone splinters.
Still, slouching around indoors muttering over the news ain’t no day at the beach neither.
That Tennessee explosives factory? Holy hell.
Public “servants” trying to suppress free speech? Par for the course. Public excoriation for thee, but not for me. Shove the First Amendment right up their fat asses by attending your local No Kings! rally on Oct. 18.
Government employees being shown the door because … well, because Rumpleshitskin likes it? Remember his two-word catchphrase from the unreality show he keeps reliving over and over and over again in the throes of his growing dementia. He’s a man of few words, because he can only remember a few, and can pronounce even fewer.
And to top it off I’ve got one lonely, disheveled hummingbird parked at the backyard feeder, like the old soak lost in thought who just can’t seem to hear the phrase, “Last call. …”

When is the National Guard coming to Alb?
They’re already here. They’re just not getting the same kind of press that their brethren and sisthren in Chicago and Portland enjoy.
Here’s the local PD’s fact sheet.
The ones in Albuquerque were sent there by Governor Lujan-Grisham, not by Orange Hitler. Perfectly legal and within her authority.
And, at the request of the local gendarmes, if we are to believe what we read in the “newspapers.”
What did we expect from the co-author of Project 2025. Whadda mean we don’t know exactly who the deep state is. Well, then just fire everybody. We all know they don’t do shit anyway, especially the ones working at the Whitehouse.
Is Columbus white enough to have a holiday named after him? He looks pretty swarthy to me.
Don’t watch the stupid bowl halftime show. If you do, you have to turn in your maggot hat.
Can Jarod start building his resorts on the Gaza coast now? Whadda mean there’s no fresh water?
When they go low, I get nasty. You know, like that Canadian guy.
“Turn out the lights, the party’s over.”
Who wants to be first to try a one-armed bandit on opening day at the Trump Casino Gaza? What’s that sucker gonna be wired to?
I’ve been forbidden to run by my doctors. At least until we figure out how to fix my back. But was nearly run down three times yesterday on my bikey-bike ride. Judas Priest!
Three times in one day is a little over the top, even for The City Difficult. I found one vehicular assault per diem quite sufficient.
Was an unusual day, but as my better half reminded me, “It is a Friday on a three day weekend. What do you expect?”
I’m on red alert throughout Bloon Feast week. The local drivers are bad enough, but when you mix in a bunch of out-of-staters all staring at their phones, trying to get from motel to launch site to restaurant to pub to motel, well, anything can happen, most of it bad.
Meanwhile, Herself commenced the weekly vacuuming a day early so I fled for a short walk. Six minutes out and the rain resumed with a vengeance. I stayed out for a half hour because once you’re soaked, what the hell? Might as well enjoy it.
Bless your hummingbird. Ours decamped a month back, but we are consoled by the seven bluebirds!
We love ’em, the thirsty little devils. And the quail, too, who look like Warner Bros. cartoon characters as they scamper across the street during our bike rides.
This is their third iteration & the most vocal.
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