Lie, Lie, Lie

 Well, we're off to a really windy Friday.  High gusts have tugged the top off of my garbage can and sent it sailing.  One of the resin chairs I never sit on was upended and sent dancing.  Later this afternoon, after things die down, I will put everything back where it belongs.

The insurance adjuster called yesterday. My damage is covered by my comprehensive insurance, so I'll have a $250 tab to pay.  The estimate is scheduled for March 22... yeah, they are that far behind.  One of my fellow associates sold cars at one point in his career, so I showed him the picture I had taken.  He pointed out that my bumper cover was cracked.  "That'll be a expensive fix," he told me, "there are a lot of sensors in your bumper."  As long everything is covered, I don't care.  Part of my coverage includes a free car rental from Enterprise while my car is in the shop.  They called yesterday and wanted to know when I needed the car, so I told them it won't be until probably sometime in March.

I watched the last episodes of The Book of Boba Fett last evening.  I suspect Disney was hoping the series would be as popular as The Mandalorian it wasn't.  Boba didn't have the cute, little Grogu.  Boba has a rancor... and he rides that sucker... and it did eat people.

And thanks to a judge, the Orange Anus, Ivanka Danka, and the Dumb One need to give depositions in a Civil Lawsuit.  Perhaps if they hadn't lied so much been so blatantly brash, this case would never have had legs.  However, it seems al that that family knows how to do is lie, lie, lie, make brash statements.   As a result, their financial empire is in serious jeopardy, perhaps if the foundation hadn't been laid upon the sands of deceit.  And because this is a Civil Case, rather than the Federal Case the New York Attorney General is working on (at present, I believe, 19 separate lawsuits have been filed against this crime family) taking the 5th is pretty much treated as an admission of guilt and actually can be used against them in the Federal Trial.  Holy Mother of Ouch Shit!  

Rewrite This

Slept in again this morning , and not because I stayed up late.  When the alarm clock went off this morning, I simply turned it off and rolled over.  This is getting to be a bad habit, I think.  Perhaps I'm going through the winter doldrums. 

The temps might warm up into the mid-30's next week.  This winter is colder than the last two.  The snow and ice are non-relenting.  The roads and sidewalks are clear, but crunchy, crusty, icy snow covers everything else.

My upstairs desk chair broke.  The seat no longer stays at the height I want, sinking as low as it can go within in few minutes after I sit down.  It's a gaming chair and a lot of gamers like sitting low to the ground, I don't.  That's one of the reasons I drive an SUV, so my ass isn't riding a foot above the road.  This means the search will soon begin for a new desk chair.

The Body in Repose is over half complete. The rewrite is going in fast. This is what it looks like, in case any of you are wondering.  So, how important do you think the sentence, 'Bobby sat back in his chair and popped the top of another Anchor Beer,' is to the story?  Hhhmmm

I saw where Ivanka Danka has been asked to testify before the January 6 committee.  I'm wondering how much dirt they have on her that they can afford to 'ask.'  Will she comply and turn the screws on her father?  Well, let's be honest, she's a Trump so the only ass she's worried about is her own.

Finally, there's a lot of buzzy buzz going around that Clarence (my skin's only dark because of the bad lighting) Thomas was the only judge to vote against releasing Trump's communications from January 6 because his wife Ginni's name is going to figure prominently.  For those who don't know, Ginni (my lighting is so much better than Clarence's) is an Evangelical  Conservative Activist.  One of the things I find interesting about the couple is that even though they've been married since 1987, they have no naturally born children, nor have they adopted any children, unlike Amy Coney Boney Barrett.

The Tinfoil Dictator

Holy Crap! Sunday snuck up on me... and turned into my Friday!  That's right! My weekend starts the minute I leave work this evening.  Now, ain't that just jolly!  Of course, after that I enter into scheduling hell where I work 5 days, have a day off, and then get to work another 5 days.  Son of a bitch!!

Our Halloween merchandise is on super duper clearance right now.  Even the ugly stuff is selling cause it's cheap. I am always amazed at how people will spend their hard earned dollars on something crappy simply because there's a yellow 'clearance' tag stuck on the box.  Sometimes life is not about buying 'clearance.'  There is a reason that tag is on merchandise... to clear inventory.  A day doesn't go by when someone doesn't come up to the flooring desk and ask "what's on sale."  One of these days I'm going to honestly say "the crappy shit."

And ain't this sweet?

Jared and Ivanka Danka have threatened to sue.  Keep in mind that because they're considered advisors, both of them are being paid with your tax dollars.  I wonder how good Jared's Russian is since I can see a relocation to somewhere south of Moscow in the near future.

And there are now Covid diagnosis's in the Pence Party.  Fool. He no doubt thought he was in a restaurant and waved his flimsy, little hand in the air a few times saying "I'll have three infections over here."

This is all over the news, now:  The Idiot jerk was at a 'private donor' event down in Nashville and told those who had paid up to $250,000 to be in the same room as him that the Republicans were most likely going to lose their senate seats.  Imagine what those donors must have felt like, paying those kind of bucks to be told by the Idiot Jerk "yeah, we're probably going to lose the Senate."  I wonder how many of them asked for a refund.  I would have.  I mean... shit!  These are not the words they expected to hear from a tinfoil dictator.

First Family From Hell

 We have rain this morning.  It rained yesterday, and the day before.  It's a little late in the growing season, if you know what I mean.  I have peppers and tomatoes.  My cucumbers?  meh.  I'll probably try cucumbers again next year, however I probably won't put them in a container.  I'll probably just stick them in the ground like most people.

Yesterday I found out that Sunday will be the last day we will enjoy the presence of a certain Specialist.  How many of those days will he actually work?  Don't know.  He is neither popular, nor does he care for those of us he works with.  He desperately needed to be number one, even if it meant lying about it.  He liked telling people his sales made him the Number One Specialist in the store.  It wasn't true.  We have a kitchen designer whose sales beat his hands down.  Still, that didn't stop him from trying to impress customers with his sales tales.  He's a lot like the Idiot Jerk in the White House, a man who has no problem lying to impress.

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Speaking of the Idiot Jerk... Deutsche Bank is turning over the documentation he provided from back when he filed for some very large loans.  Actually, I do believe they began complying with the subpoenas back in April, 2019.  Of course, this is one of the main reasons why he's lying to get his sorry ass re-elected.  A sitting president can not be taken into custody,  The second Biden is sworn in, however, that protection disappears.  The minute Biden wins, the exodus of evil will commence.  I, for one, would not be surprised if his future includes a Reality Show in Russia:  Who Wants to be an Ex-President.  Maybe they could do something with Ivanka Danka turning over letters... or numbers... or fashioning striped sweats suits as Mealy Mouthed Jared collects cash from the audience.  I don't know about you, but I can see Melanoma making a boatload of cash from a solid stable of hookers models.  Or, maybe the show will be similar to The Osbournes.  They could call it The First Family From Hell.

Let's end this with a parting shot of one of America's phoniest Cracker Jack Christians.  This is how you grow respect.

The Rejection of Ivanka Danka

Okay, so it's Sunday.  After today I have 5 (count 'em) 5 days off in a row.  I'd like to say I'm really excited, but mostly... I'm just really pleased.

Yesterday the other specialist scheduled to work with me called off.  This associate did the same thing last Saturday.  I offered to stay past my scheduled time and the Assistant Manager say, "no, it is what it is."

A friend of mine and his wife stopped in at the store yesterday.  He and I worked together back when I worked for Marriott.  I left, he stayed, and is now a manager with a large Hospitality group.  The funds for their  Covid - 19 stimulus package ran out on Friday.  He told me not to believe the unemployment figures the Idiot Jerk was dancing about.  The group he works for sent termination letters to all of those people they had furloughed. He said, "it'll take a long time for the Hospitality Industry to come back."

And for those who haven't heard, Ivanka Danka had to deal with a little rejection.  Her 'virtual' commencement address was canceled. And she was pissed.  And she's pissed.  Not only is she the spawn of the Idiot Jerk in the White House, she's also married to that sleazy weasel Jared.  She was so insulted she decided to post her speech on line.  That's her way of proving she's special.

If you didn't find that disappointing, I'm sure the following bit might make you feel a bit jovial.  The Idiot Jerk has chosen to cancel his round of golf today because of... bad optics.  Yeah.  Bad Optics.  Translation:  In the past 2 weeks his campaign has had to pump over $650 million into Ohio, a state they considered a sure thing.  His team is concerned people in that state might want him to demonstrate at least of smidgen of interest in the racist issues plaguing this country rather than T-ing off.

Then there's the bit about LG (Lady Graham not Lindsey Graham) and his use of male escorts and male porn stars.  Ouch!  I suspect his career will be ending... shortly.  Good.

And Billy Barr is desperately trying to put more than a little distance between his walk of shame and himself.  Now he's blaming... Park Rangers?  The once who patrol the grounds around the White House on horsies?  His new favorite saying is "The Buck Stop with You."  He knows how big and bright he's going to look in orange.

Finally, here's a pic of my nectarines.

The tree is loaded with them.  Yum!