Did anyone else think of Pappy O’Daniel when Chuck Schumer shimmied onto the DNC stage last night?
We caught some of the opening acts, but faded early, which was too bad. Because it sounds like it was Michelle Obama who packed her dancing shoes. And her stage was Jesus Hitler’s withered orange nutsack.
A tip of the Mad Dog’s ACME sun helmet goes out to Khal S. for finding this bit of signage along the Rail Trail in Fanta Fe.
With New Mexico being a hotbed of TV/film activity, I immediately wondered whether it had something to do with Warner Bros. shelving its live action/animation combo “Coyote vs. Acme” — and taking a writedown for shitcanning the $70 million feature — rather than simply letting it run heedlessly off a cliff, stop in midair, and hold up a sign that reads, “Yikes.”
I guess we’ll never know. That’s all, folks!
I suppose I should be laser-focused on the doings in Manhattan, but I’m more interested in whether we’ll get some hummingbirds at the feeder this morning. We saw our first hummers of spring last evening, just before dusk, doing an aerial dance around the ornamental plum.
Speaking of feeders, do you think that when Porky hears “Order in the court!” he reflexively blurts, “Two Big Macs, two Filet-O-Fishes, and a large chocolate shake!”
Holy hell. Madge Greene (R-Porkerlips) was right! I went out to look at the eclipse and was instantly punished for my sins against God and America.
I’d listen next time but the fucking eclipse burned off my ears.
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