The Krasnov Connection

 Temps are supposed to climb up into the mid 40s (F) today.  I work.  Tomorrow they're predicted to hit the low 50s (F), and I work.  Tuesday, however, they should be up in the mid 50s (F) and I'm off.  I don't mind warmer weather.  We've had a cold winter, colder than it's been in quite a few years.   Of course, temps will cool down a bit because we are just approaching early spring.  

Yesterday was satisfying.  Much was done.  I will need to stop off at PetSmart on the way home to buy a new aquarium heater, the one in the big tank is kaput.  Right now the temp is sitting at round 68 (F), and that's too cold for tropical fish.  They barely move.  My battle with algae continues.  I've been scooping out huge netfuls of gravel and dousing them hydrogen peroxide, which kills the algae.  After they're dry, I pop them back into the aquarium.  It's a slow process, but it works.

I also got an 8 mile bike ride in yesterday and felt good afterwards.  For a while, I was listening to Greek and Roman history while I was riding.  Now I'm listening to Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne.  It's an English translation.  There's no way I could understand all of the French geological terms he uses to describe a trip into the center of the Earth.

Of course, CPAC was this weekend, and while videos make it seem like there were thousands and thousands of people in attendance, there were only a little over 1000 tickets sold and believe me, everyone who purchased one is a certifiable nut job.  For those who don't know, CPAC is the Conservative Political Action Conference and his held to celebrate conservative crackheads, or maybe I should say Ketamine heads as one of the most memorable moments this year was Elonia wearing sunglasses to hide his Ketamine eyes while brandishing a toy chainsaw.  This is the stuff conservative wet dreams are made of.

As expected, the Orange Anus was allowed to ramble for far too long.  

And, of course, there is the Krasnov connection.  Probably the one story to continually pick up traction is the claim by some Russian spies that Orange was recruited in 1987.  In fact, when I did a search on it, I was notified that this is a rapidly changing story, that it's been constantly updated, even as I type. They're saying that not only was he recruited, but that he used is phony business empire to launder Russian Rubles.  Suddenly things begin to make more sense.  This is worse than the pee tape, if you know what I mean.  Those who did the recruiting are named, and someone warned them about walking near open windows.  If this is true, I'm sure they have the blessing of Orangie's blow bro Vlad, perhaps because he doesn't think Orangie is acting fast enough. Or, possibly, Orangie has simply outlived his usefulness, at least in Putin's eyes.