The Rats Are Learning Too Late

Good Morning World.  Our outside temps here in Central PA are in the low 60s (F).  They will climb into the high 60s (F) this afternoon, but that's just the beginning of a mini-warmup.  By Thursday we should be flirting with the low 80s (F) and no, this is not Indian Summer, or whatever you call the annual fall warmup in your neck of the world.  Things might get a lot warmer, too, because there is a "planetary heatwave" (meteorologist word) heading towards California.  That wave will move east, they always do.

Yesterday was a full day at work, and boy were things slow.  We had to deal with rain in the morning and national football in the afternoon.  Because we are centrally located (literally), we have Giants, Eagles, Ravens, and Steeler fans... oh, and Commodore fans, too.  This means that football lovers can pick their poison, so to speak.  No matter which team is playing, shoppers stay home, except for the Asians who are into soccer. 

So, I've begun playing Kingdom Come, Deliverance II and so far there's far more dialog than sword play.  Last night I did have to cook up a chamomile decoction to save Henry Capon, back in the 15th century many people attempted to ply alchemy.  This means I now have a recipe book to carry around.

This pic has garnered so much negative press, the words "negative press" might be an understatement.  It was posted by Dan Scavino Jr., a man who went from being a golf club manager to being Orangie's White House Personnel Manager because.... golf?  Perhaps?

These people are going to be brutalized when the real world tears their delusional world asunder.  I don't think many will survive.

I saw on "Joe, My God," that the Orange Anus attempted to sell American weapons systems to Communist China.  He's still desperately trying to perfect the art of the deal.

And I got a decent chuckle this morning from Steve Beschloss, a conservative writer who is profoundly against this administration.  He's reporting that those Republican Senators and Congressmen who've gone home to work on their re-election campaigns, are horrified to learn that 71% of American utterly despise the Orange Anus.  I've" already mentioned "delusional world," so if you listen closely, you can hear those seams beginning to rip apart.  These people simply refuse to understand that they have become the ultimate minority group.  As Beschloss said, "the rats are learning too late that they should have jumped ship long time ago."

Empress of Earth

 Here it is, Monday, the temp is 39 (F) outside and the skies are overcast.  Rain is on the way.  Not much.  Still, autumn is usually a rainy season.  For those looking for a white Christmas, odds are rapidly stacking up against it happening, but then in this part of the country they are almost as rare as hen's teeth.  

Yesterday, the weather was wonderful, it was a terrible shame that I had to go to work.  The temps got up to 60 (F).  Howie and and I played frisbee before I had to leave, and for a moment, I thought I might call off.  But I didn't.  As a result, I wasted a super nice Sunday afternoon by sitting at the flooring desk.  On top of that, management cursed us by bringing in soft pretzel bite.  For those who don't know, a soft pretzel is a big doughy pretzel, and a soft pretzel bite looks like a little loaf of bread that's about as long as your forefinger.  In fact, a Lebanese who works in my department asked why they were serving us little loaves of bread.  Being a carb addict, I over consumes, so there's no stepping on the scale for me this morning.

My back is achy, so I took two Advil.  I was vaccinated for the flu, but there are several variations, so I'm hoping I'm not coming down with one of those that's not covered.  Of course, it could also be that I picked up Howie yesterday and I'm estimating he's up to around 40 pounds.  I'll find out tomorrow.  He needs to go back to the Vet for some booster shots.

One of the people I read is Stephen Beschloss, and this morning he was talking about how Cultists may have thought they were voting for a president, but in reality were voting for an oligarchy.  Cultists are not known for their intelligence.  Anyway, he used this picture, and while there isn't a caption, if there was one it would certainly be The Walking Dead meets the Terminator.

Elonia has definitely had quite a bit of work done.  At one time in his life he used to look like a balding doofus, now the scar tissue runs deep, and I wouldn't doubt that he's having the same procedures Michael Jackson used to make himself look... special.  As for the Orange Anus?  He's only going to grow more and more decrepit.  

Orangey was on Meet the Press yesterday, and... well... he did what he does so well:  Lie.  Though, there were those slim glimmers of honesty, like when he said he never promised to reduce prices.  All of those fools who voted for him because of this are in for one terrible surprise that is going to hit his them in the pocketbook super hard.  They're going to learn that he doesn't care if they starve.  Elonia doesn't care either.  I suspect that all Elonia wants is to be Empress of Earth.