I spent a good portion of yesterday stripping - no pole, no music, just a steamer and a ladder. The grape border around the dining room is now gone.
|Yes, that is a blue lava light on the table|
About halfway through the job, Big Seig came to stand... and watch, but only briefly before going back to lay on the sofa.
Anyway, I see the Idiot Jerk was busy trying to keep all of the dirt his attorney has out of the public eye. He knows that once that shit hits the fan.... well, the shit will hit the fan. Wouldn't surprise me if the truth is far worse then we even imagine. And, of course, people don't really like him. You can feel the anticipation growing. His bad Karma is going to take a hammer his world. For what is probably the first time in his selfish, self-absorbed, self-centered life he might have the slightest inkling of fear. He is losing control, the one thing he has lorded about having. He thought being president would give him the power to do what ever he wants, dumb shit. Didn't anybody ever tell this fool that every president is under a microscope? Well, somebody probably did, however he doesn't really listen. Perhaps if he'd seen it on Faux News... maybe.
Just like the grape border that used to top my dining room walls, the Idiot Jerk is going to come down, stripped away and thrown into the trash. When that day arrives, think of all of the fun we're going to have. Which goes to prove how much fun there is in stripping.