Toasty … for now

Miss Mia Sopaipilla toasts her tummy on one of our new backyard walls.

Miss Mia Sopaipilla may find her daily backyard promenade going on hiatus for a while.

The weather wizards say a “potent cold front” is hooking up with a “fast-moving storm system” and we may be compelled to endure a short stretch of weather that is something other than 65° and sunny.

O, the agony. Still, if whatever we’re served comes with free water I’m all for it.

Expectations are that this first taste of winter weather will have a short shelf life here. Our readers to the north seem to be in for some heavy shoveling, however. Be judicious; give some thought to the lower back.

Speaking of shoveling, Mike Ha’pence just got tossed onto the growing pile of GOP Pestilential Candidates Who Are Not Orange and Under Indictment. Gosh, Mother, it makes a man’s eyes damp, for sure.

Mike drop

And lo a voice from heaven, saying, “This is my beloved Son,
in whom I am well pleased. For now, anyway.”

Our long national nightmare is … only just beginning?

We finally have a Shaker of the Hose, a God-botherer, election denier, and Sniffer of the Orange Farts who has never held a significant leadership position in the U.S. House of Reprehensibles. Until now, that is.

Sounds about right. Let the Games commence.

Getting hammered

“Once it takes hold of us it never lets go.”

“We need to get to work for the American people. We need to get a Speaker as soon as possible. So instead of doing that I’m going to force vote after vote on my doomed wank-fest of a candidacy until whatever remains of the Marginally Sane Wing of the Republican Party hires undisputed WWE Universal Champion Roman Reigns to yank my head off and place it in a glass jar to be displayed at the House Rostrum as a warning to other self-serving sociopathic bomb-throwing nihilists who couldn’t pass a bill if it were taped to a football but nonetheless might seek the gavel.”

I’m starting to think Thor couldn’t pick up this hammer.