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.

Pre-emptive Pardons All Around

 Oh my gosh!  I slept late today, perhaps because I had a busy day yesterday, that included a bike ride in Flanders.  There was laundry, too, and a walk with the dogs, and some time with the aquarium.  The later entailed a quick trip to my local PetSmart.  While changing the filter, I discovered my inline heater had stopped working.  After adjusting the temperature a few times, and uttering a few salty son-of-bitches, I realized I needed a replacement.  Rather then purchase another inline heater as that involved water issues, I chose a standard in-tank model.  Now the fish are warm and happy.

We had snow last night.  

A big Congrats to Elliot Page.  Over time he has become more and more politically involved, so I would not be surprised if his future isn't destined to be in public service.  I can see him as a very vocal senator.

And there are a lot of headlines swirling around the possibility of the Idiot Jerk in the White House handing out a boatload of pre-emptive pardons.  Evidently there is some precedent in that Ford pardoned Nixon before charges could be filed.  Blanket pre-emptive pardons don't work.  He can't just hand them out to his three oldest children, and squirmy faced Jared, like Christmas presents.  And Sean Hannity has recommended he pre-emptively pardon himself... from what?  You'd think the Republicans had put some crime family into the White House. (Can you hear me laughing?)

And Billy Barr says "no fraud!  no fraud!" (I'm still laughing.)  The fact that Billy through his boss under the bus has more to do with saving his own skin then anything.  In case Billy hasn't realized it, he just shit away his pre-emptive pardon.