Faust in the House

 Joy of joys!  I get to go back to work today!  Though I have to admit, my job isn't really that difficult.  We're heading into the slow season.  Sure, there are going to be those few who want to have their new carpet or laminate floor installed by Thanksgiving (too late) or Christmas (there's still time), and don't understand that Covid is surging... wildly.  Installations might slow down, which will irritate people to no end.  This is how things go.

I had breakfast with my brother yesterday.  He is Cracker Jack Crazy for the Idiot Jerk in the White House.  In his mind, the turd still floating in the White House toilet was Sent to make the country Socially Conservative.  He has no idea this is how evil grows. By building support among those who accept and excuse intolerance they judge wrong grows.  He didn't believe me when I told him the Idiot Jerk in the White House would relocate to most probably Russia because his presidential immunity disappears the second Biden is sworn into office.  Lessons will be learned.

And I did begin painting the hallway yesterday.  I like the color, a shade of green which coordinates with the color I used on the staircase.  The only problem?  I had picked up some Purdy rollers that were on sale because 'cheap' sometimes wins out.  These rollers, however, were made for rough surfaces like cinderblock and the nap soaked up the paint.  So, today before I leave work I'm going to pick up a couple which will work well on smooth, plaster walls.

There was an interesting opinion piece in the Washington Post explaining why so many Republicans were sticking with the Idiot Jerk even through all of his baseless claims of voter fraud.  Isn't that funny?  His base will not vote for the Republican candidates in Georgia's run-off election simply because they're Republican if he doesn't support them.  This doesn't surprise me.  The GOP will need to grow even more corrupt in order to maintain a majority in the Senate.  My take is that the Senate will be split.  50 /50.

And finally, a bit of humor.  The gun totting McCloskeys are suing the photographer who took this photo, saying it has ruined their lives.

Maybe someone should have told him that open necked pink polo shirts and AK47s don't go well together.  And as for her... at her age she should have long since learned horizontal stripes are never thinning.  Perhaps they should be suing their stylist instead.

The Damned Squirrels ate all my Nectarines!

That's right, every single one of them.  The boughs are empty!  Stripped Bare!

There.  Now that I've gotten that out of my system, things are a little bit better.  Not much, since now I have to buy my nectarines.  I believe there netting you can buy to keep to keep the damned squirrels at bay.  This, I will have to look into.

Presently, I am fasting.  Blood work this morning.  At 0715.  That means I'm drinking my morning coffee black.  They prefer you only drink water, but I like mine flavored and enhanced with caffeine.  Because of Covid 19, everything has gone high tech, except for the drawing of the blood, of course.  I send them a Text when I arrive and they will Text me instructions.  This shall be interesting.

I saw where the Idiot Jerk Tweeted out a picture of him wearing a mask saying those who do likewise are being patriotic.  Boy, did he come to the party late or what?  Oh, and he's going to do a briefing tonight... stop laughing... did you hear me?  Stop Laughing!  This is what desperation looks like, in case you were wondering.  Someone should tell him, you can't change stupid.  And at the same time, he wants to eliminate funding for testing and tracking.  You see, he believes if you don't test, you'll never know how many are infected, and if you don't know how many are infected Covid 19 will go away.  Because in his teeny tiny mind it is no worse than the flu.

Here's another bit of hilarity.  The McKloskey's, those MAGA heads who waved guns at a peaceful protest, have had charges filed against them.  Supposedly, they are both attorneys... with a terrible sense of fashion,  I mean, she got the stripes right, they're just going the wrong way, but the stretchy black yoga pants?  With thighs like hers?  Dear Lord, what was she thinking.