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Saturday, January 20, 2018

Warning. Danger. Peligro adelante.

I can not state this more clearly or emphatically. The Executive Branch of our government is run by an incompetent, willfully ignorant, narcissist. He cannot be pinned down on policy because he does not truly believe in anything. Hint: read the previous sentence again for good measure. It is the key to this mess. The unpredictability and, ultimately, the danger of this man, comes into sharp focus when one starts with this premise. When the President encounters a question or situation that does not further inflate his ego or fatten his wallet, he is utterly lost. He needs to please the person in front of him as a way of thanking that person for bolstering his outsized, though ever-faltering ego. The only important thing is the next shiny bauble on which he can fixate in a given moment as he stumbles from one moment of immediate gratification to the next. People like this, surround themselves with sycophants because they are the only people who can work for (or survive working for) a narcissist. Also, sycophants are the only people a narcissist can abide for any length of time. The disposable nature of sycophants also comes in quite handy. If necessary, one discards them as casually as yesterday's newspaper. The ideologues and sycophants are so focused on their proximity to power and the pursuit of their own barely-veiled goals, they often misperceive the bright light in the tunnel as sunlight. This is not a drill. This is not a joke. The main thing the people in this White House know how to do is broadcast their accomplishments (no matter how small or insignificant) while shouting down those who see the Emperor Has No Clothes. PS, For those who think the whole business has been a nightmarish clusterfuck up until now, I have some really bad news. The one thing that could make a government run by an ignoramus and a few extremist ideologues even worse, is the same government in shut down mode.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

Mudslides

On the subject of building ones home in a mudslide prone area and other dubious choices:
According to news reports, one man said of his friend, who had been tragically swept away by the California mudslides: "Roy's life has been in service to his good, loving and ever-forgiving God,".
In other words, by his own definition, his beloved friend (after a lifetime of service to others in the name of his god) was killed by "an act of God".
For the moment let's set aside the fact that the grieving gentleman was apparently nonplussed by the incongruity of these circumstances. Arguably his grief had muddied his thinking.
On the other hand, I feel it is reasonable to infer his unnecessarily/prematurely/horrifyingly deceased friend spent his final moments rueing his choice of an invisible champion in the sky.

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Backyard Buddies


Backyard Buddies




"Good morning Mr. Squirrel", I said over the top of my coffee cup.
"Oh, hey, good buddy", said he, while munching the last of his breakfast. "Sorry I am a bit too twitchy for chatting at the moment. If you don't mind, I'll just go ahead and pee on your patio furniture, chase my brother around the yard for the sheer fun of it, and head on up to my nest for a nap."
He stopped hopping about half way to his tree, looked over his shoulder and squeaked a final thought in my direction.
"You know, I don't care what the other fellows say. Sure, you're a hideous, over-sized, lumbering, beast who couldn't climb my tree if the leaves were hundred dollar bills. Still, that's some tasty corn you leave out."
Yep, you have a good day now," I shouted with as much good cheer as I could summon.
When he was out of earshot, I mumbled, "and you be careful up there in that very tall, icy, tree, you smart-ass-lil-sumbitch"