Countdown

 Well, a happy late good morning to those you normally read Riding On while enjoying their first cup of coffee.  And no, I didn't stay up late and sleep in.  I had an appointment for bloodwork at 0730.  They took five vials of my iron rich, 100 % proof DNA filled blood, as well as a small cup of urine, which smelt like black coffee even though it was a pale yellow.  This is all prep work for my physical which is scheduled next week.  Tuesday, to be precise.  Not only is November 8 my birthday, it's also election day. Make sure you all give me a very nice present.

Yes, that's right, I'm a full blown Scorpio.

After I finish this entry, I'm going to round up the dogs so the 3 of us can take a nice nap.  Both of them were restless last night.  Lily had to go potty outside twice.  Biggie?  I have a small stash of biscuits in the bedroom and didn't that stinker lay in front of them and whine, like he hadn't been fed in weeks.  

I got the estimate for fixing the kitchen ceiling.  Not bad.  Work will start after the electrical work is complete.  

I'd say let the countdown begin, but it began a long time ago.  If you think the Republican party has been vile so far, prepare yourselves, you ain't seen nothin' yet.  Elon Musk either has, or will shortly, terminate some of those associates on Twitter who were moderators.  No matter what he claims his intentions are, free speech, for one, don't believe him.  He doesn't care what people Tweet, as long as Twitter becomes a money maker.  To this end, he will permit Republicans to lie like hell, and be as morally degenerate as they want.  His accountants are looking at the numbers.  The more followers Tom Fitton has, or Tulsi Gabard, the better it is for business.  He's raising the $5 for being verified to $20 per month.  It's all about the money.  He will ruin it of  course, that's because he's the Chief Twit.  For those who don't know, he did Tweet that now he's the Chief Twit.  I don't think he knows just what a Twit is.

And, as I said, the election draws nigh.  Because of this, every wannabe political pundit is going to be citing polls.  Believe them not.  Do not believe that America is more concerned in the economy and crime than it is the flipping of Roe.  Polls create drama.  Drama means clicks on media websites, and that generates a corporate desire to purchase ad space.  And so you'll see headlines  such as "Walker leads Warnock by 3%."   It's all horseshit.

October Surprise

 So, what's on the agenda for today?  The always excitable chore sure to drive interest, cleaning.  It's part of my Friday itinerary.  Every day of the week has it's own scheduled chores.  Not only does it add regularity to my life, it also helps me to tell one day from the next.  Working part-time also helps to keep me on track.

Update on Biggie:  his blood work came back not so good, one of the levels they look is was big time elevated.  Dogs have problems with Nsaids, even those designed for doggies, so he off his carprofen, probably forever.  The Vet gave me 2 choices: do full blood work analysis, take him in and let the do an ultrasound on his abdomen to make sure there's nothing wrong with his liver, and put him on specific meds to bring down those levels, or take him off of his carprofen.  One suggestion costs $$$, the other eliminates a $60 prescription med fee every month.  He's staying on the gabapentin, that doesn't effect his liver.  He's going back after Thanksgiving for another blood draw to see if his levels have dropped.

I watched the first 2 episodes of The Peripheral last evening.  The cast is attractive.  The story is... oh, well son of a bitch, it has to do with sending your consciousness back and forth through time.  It's not time travel, as one character explains, that doesn't work.  But you can send your.....(wait for it) consciousness into a peripheral (human shell).  Oh, and there are problems.  Leave your logic and common sense at the door.  Did I mention, the cast is attractive?

Less than 2 weeks until the midterms.  This is about the time people expect the October surprise.  What will it be?  I just saw that Nancy Pelosi's husband was violently assaulted.  With all of the rabid Republican rhetoric, violence should be expected; they have neither morals nor control.  Will that send Democrats to the polls?   Was Kari Lake responsible for the break-in at Katie Hobbs campaign headquarters?  That would not surprise me.  Kari Lake is a Stepford politician.  That might swing votes away from her in Arizona.  Elon is now Chief Twit.  For those without a Miriam-Webster dictionary, a Twit is another name for a Fool.  That's right, Elon is now a Chief Fool.  Will he let the Orange Anus back on Twitter, and if he does, could that help the Republicans?  Two answers:  Possibly and No.  While Trump's base would be delirious upon his return to that social media platform, their numbers are pretty much set, he's not going to build on that hateful base.

Will there even be an October surprise?  Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

Weiner / Filner Jackasses coast to coast

I haven't really been following the Weiner scandal but evidently a lot of other people have, mostly, I suppose, to stretch things out as long as they can, until some other sexting shit hits the fan... Oh, wait, it has out in San Diego, of course they have a bit more, like head-locks, and groping, and forced kissing.  I did the Wikipedia thing on both Anthony Weiner and Bob Filner to educate myself.  First thing I noticed is that Weiner is tall, I mean really tall, six feet five inches tall, in case you didn't know, he is a big guy.  If they have their dates correct, he is 40 and about to do a swan dive into his mid-life crisis, in fact I'm quite surprised he didn't use that as his excuse.  Dealing with slowly dwindling testosterone in addition to the realization you life, for most purposes, is half over, is enough to send any tall, geeky guy around the bend.  Can you blame him for trying to immortalize himself?  So what if the medium he's chosen is a little... risqué?

6' 5" mans big hands, big feet, big.....

And then there is Bob Filner from San Diego, originally from Pittsburgh, where they drank Iron City Beer and made American Steel.  The first thing I discovered about him is that he's old, a lot older then he looks.  He will be seventy-one this coming September.  He's been divorced twice and at the time of winning they Mayoral race was engaged.  However, that relationship ended because, according to his ex, because of his verbal abuse and constant sexting.  Did I tell you this guy is going to be 71 in September?  He is doing everything he can to prove to himself he isn't nearly that old.   Of course at his age he doesn't really have a lot of time to just court and spark, hence, I suppose, the neck lock.  It's a good thing he didn't grow up on a dude ranch, otherwise things might be a low worse for him

There's no fool like an old fool

 

 

Besides the fact that both of these men are jackasses and one is on the East Coast and other on the West Coast, what else can I say?  How about one is an exhibitionist and the other a control freak?  How about that both are in denial about some very serious issues?  I suspect Bob Filner has been acting the same way most of his life, it's just that he can't get away with it anymore.  As for Anthony Weiner?  I suspect he's desperate for something and in the end it may just boil down to a need for attention.