The Heel of Democracy

 So, what's in store for Central Pennsylvanians today in the weather department?  Pretty much the same as yesterday.  We should have a high in the upper 80s (F) and we have a 50% chance of precipitation.  The sky did manage to squeeze out some minor showers yesterday afternoon, barely enough to wet the ground.  This means I'm going to have to go out and water my veggies later.

Nothing much happened yesterday.  I had lunch with my cousin and her husband at a Russian restaurant called Tatyana's.  It was way over-priced.  The presentation was nice, but the food was in no way distinctive.  We will not be eating there again.

I tried moving the walking pad over behind my writing desk onto the hardwood floor.  House that are over 120 years old usually don't have level floors and my house is no exception.  The difference is much, perhaps 1/8 inch, however it was enough to lift the back of the pad off of floor so when I walked you could hear a bumping sound.  The walking pad has now been moved back onto the carpet.  When it's open, this is what it looks like.

While I do occasionally look at Bluesky, mostly I comment on Threads.  One of the people I follow is Governor Newsom of California.  I have to tell you, his offices is doing some Grade A trolling of the Orange Anus.  He seriously mocks the hell out of that 79 year old pedophile by posting Threads like this:

So, because today is a day ending in Y I'm betting the Orange Anus is going to have another press conference this afternoon.  I was talking to my sister and she said "Dave, he's on every f*****g day!"  This is just like those dark days during Covid, when Orangie gave daily updates, when he suggested possibly injecting bleach into someone's vein might cure the disease.  While he didn't make a lot of sense back then, the truth is he makes even less sense today.  As in those Covid days, he always has several ass kissers backing him up, individuals who are no doubt tranquilized to keep their expressions minimized, no eyerolls please.  They stand their like mannequins, neither nodding agreement nor frowning in distaste as he talks about things like... grass.  He says he knows a lot about grass because he owns golf clubs.  Everything is self-gratification for him.  And every day his dementia dances in front of the camera so critics can cut out sound bites to mock him.  He is, by far, the worst president this country has ever had, and for that he and his party need to be ground into the dirt by the heel of Democracy.