The Charioteers

So I slept in again this morning.  This was mostly because the sun chose to hide behind a blanket of clouds.  There's a 60% chance of rain today.  Last night, around 10:30 (PM) it rained like hell.  Many, many bolts of lighting lit of the sky.  For around half an hour there was not one second when the rumbling of thunder paused.  Not a lot of wind.  

And I had odd dreams last night:  I was a colonist sent to a new planet in suspended animation, when we got there we had to walk everywhere and I was surprised a vehicle of some sort hadn't been included in our trip.  In a later dream I was a telephone repairman.  I was stopped by two lesbians with a lot of cats who wanted me to sign one of my books for them.  Since they only had the Kindle version, they printed off the cover page for me to sign.  It was a strange night for dreaming.

Yesterday, while looking for some Egyptian Belly Dancing music, I stumbled across this video of them Golden Pharaoh parade last week (Treaders had mentioned it).  I'll be honest, there is a lot of spectacle here.  I kind of got a bit teary eyed when the charioteers came riding down the boulevard.  I mean, when was the last time we actually saw charioteers?

Evidently Loser #45's fiery speech this past weekend was not what wealthy GOP donors wanted to hear.  You would think that by now the truth of his negativity would have knocked some sense into them.  Nope.   They wanted to hear about a bright future for the GOP and got slapped silly by his dead fish of a Big Lie.  According to the article, applause was sparse.   They are beginning to realize he is an horrific detriment to their party, as well as the upcoming elections.  Also spent a bit of time complaining about Saint Biden, and the current administration.  He will never understand the charioteers he's waiting for are never going to arrive.  He will never get his parade.