Well, I see Admiral Palsy wants some new toys to sail round his salty dog while he frolics in the tub (Gulf of America™).
Tom Nichols of The Atlantic has a few thoughts about this vanity fleet:
Trump announced that the new Trump-class ships will be “battleships,” but they seem to be supersize versions of the existing workhorse of the Navy, the Arleigh Burke-class destroyers. … The Navy has also announced the development of a new class of frigates. Destroyers and frigates, as the Navy knows (and as the commander in chief should know) are not battleships. Battleships are huge and powerful, and are meant to dish out — and withstand — serious punishment. Destroyers and frigates are less rugged, and perform missions that require more speed and agility than battleships can muster. But none of that matters: The goal, apparently, was to give a childlike president a new toy, named after himself, in exchange for gobs of money that the Navy will figure out how to spend later.
Jesus H. Christ on a tugboat. Swear to Dog, this egomaniac would put his name on his dingus if he could find a sharp-eyed tattoo artist used to a small canvas.
“Sorry, dude, I’ll be lucky to get a ‘T’ on this thing. Yeah, right, gold, I heard you the first three or four times.”
The only thing I want to see his name on is a tombstone, after the profligate sonofabitch chokes on a mummified Filet-O-Fish that did too much hard time in the Mickey D’s storage cabinet (bad food, unlike bad presidents, doesn’t get good lawyers on the taxpayers’ dime).
And on that glorious day I plan to be well hydrated, with a little Steve Earle on the headphones.
Mad Blog Media 
If only it were actually four more years of things not getting done …
The timeline does seem a tad optimistic. …
Between saying goodbye to the girls’ grandpa and then dragging them across the fall semester finish line, feels like today’s the first day we’ve had to come up for air. And when I do, I get the Aqua Velva slap in the face that the world’s spiraling down the shitter.
And then there’s the matter of a little $48,000 medical bill for … no, not brain surgery … no, not an emergency room trip … no, a life saving cancer treatment … nope, just four injections at $12k that had already been approved and paid for just months ago.
So coming up for air is what I’m not going to do.
There’s a new bridge crossing the railroad tracks and power line that had previously divided Fort Collins in half. We’re not talking Montagues and Capulets or Greasers vs Socs, or even star-bellied vs plain-bellied Sneetches. This was bigger than all three of those combined … well, if you were one of the five or six people who really wanted to bike to Old Town but lived smack dab in the middle of the Cache de Poudre River Trail and the Power Line trail, now we can join the hairy-legged cruiser bike crowd without going five miles east or west just to go two miles north.
The struggle is real.
Or, was.
So I’m going to Velcro my drive-side pants cuff, throw a book in my messenger bag, and see how many Americanos it takes to get through a little Faulkner.
Today’s Chris-in-the-Morning inspired non-Christmas Christmas playlist:
Christmas in Washington Steve Earle El Corazon
Here Come the Geese, Barenaked Ladies Snacktime!
25th December Everything But The Girl Amplified Heart
A Long December, Counting Crows Across A Wire: Live In New York (Disc 2)
Flowers In December, Mazzy Star Among My Swan
Winter, Tori Amos Little Earthquakes
Christmas Morning Lyle Lovett The Road To Ensenada
River, Joni Mitchell Blue
Air Of December Edie Brickell & The New Bohemians Shooting Rubberbands At The Stars
Winter Lady Leonard Cohen
Winter In the Hamptons Josh Rouse Nashville
Winter White A Fine Frenzy
Christmas in Paradise Mary Gauthier Filth & Fire
“And spotlights the snowflakes like dust in the sun.”
Only song he should hear for Xmas is this.
“Christmas in Prison.” A man can dream. Ain’t tooken that from us yet.
I read that Atlantic piece in stunned disbelief. Not that I doubt Trump would dream up this crap, but that we have a DoD secretary and Joint Chiefs that are too timid to slap in the face and tell him to stop fucking with stuff he knows nothing about.
That big Sitting Duck aircraft carrier you posted from Oliphant a few days ago came to mind.
Hey, I suppose they could clean up those four Iowa class battleships and put nuclear power plants in them. Since we seem to waste money on every other military boondoggle, such as those “Little Crappy Ships”.
Well, we’re liable to need those new Trump (no)-class battleships to annex Greenland. Yeah, Piggy’s back on that nonsense again. Dude has a leaky seabag, as the squids say.