The Ride

It's Monday!... well for me anyway.  Can you feel my excitement?

My deep fryer arrived yesterday.  I made spring rolls - tasty.  That's what I'm taking for lunch today.

The dog's Christmas presents also arrived yesterday.  That's the only thing I really like about the holiday.  Something I learned a long time ago: it doesn't matter what it looks like, as long as it squeaks it's the best toy in the world.  Balls are good, too.  Lily loves running around with a lime green tennis ball in her mouth. They each get three.

So, I went for a 12.5 mile ride yesterday and set up my Gopro so you can see what I see.  When I try and explain it to people they say "yeah, okay," but I know they don't realize what I see.  This little ride is in Warm Springs Oregon.  If you enlarge you can see the boxes clearly.  The bottom one on the right is my route, the top one on the right show energy and cadence.  On the left, the bottom box shows my speed, how fast I'm pedaling.  The box at the top show's how far I've traveled and how many miles are left in the route.  The bar across the bottom shows me elevation, the darker the orange and red, the steeper the hill.  The sound you hear is the chain going over the sprockets. Also, I recorded this at the beginning of the ride before I hit the 11% grade hill - didn't think you wanted to hear me panting.

And the Idiot Jerk has gone to the Supreme Court because he doesn't want to release his tax information.  He's stacked it with Conservatives so he's hoping he can keep his crookedness secret.  There's a very good possibility they're going to tell him that this is not something you take to the Supreme Court.  Let's be honest here.  There must be something truly horrible about his tax returns for him to go to such lengths.  That's to be expected.  What a foot.  He thought getting himself elected was going to be an easy peasy ride, you know?  He'd do what ever he wanted.  Make himself a tinfoil dictator.

Oh, and by the way, I saw in Reuters when John Deere is beginning to lay off workers in the mid-west.  Tariffs are to blame.

Fry This

And so my weekend begins!
As have so many of you, I have enabled comment moderation in order to eliminate the public platform our disruptive, little spammer so desperately requires.  Will he even notice?  Nah, he's a shallow copy and paste loner who requires a reactionary response. 
The dogs Christmas toys have been ordered.  They're each getting three different toys.  They don't really care what the toy is as long as it squeaks.  The squeakier the better.
I also ordered myself a deep fryer.

Now, I know some of you are scratching your heads and thinking "but he eats healthy, and deep fried food is really nothing more than a heart attack hiding in peanut oil."  Well, you can eat fried food as long as it's fried the right way.  When I was much younger, my Mom used to dump 3 large cans of Crisco into our deep fryer.  When she was done cooking, she'd let it solidify.  She used the same Crisco over and over again.  After a while, she cleaned out the deep fryer and dumped in more Crisco.  That's the wrong way to cook and eat fried food.  Of course, people didn't know any better back then.
And, of course, public testimony for the impeachment of the Idiot Jerk in the White House begins today.  Prepare yourselves for Twitter Hell.  I understand the GOP had some sort of SECRET CLOSED DOOR SESSION on Monday with Jimmy Jordan taking on the role of Adam Schiff in an attempt to prepare themselves.  They are doomed to failure.  Why, you ask?  Because for years they have been attack dogs.  Rabid Dobermans are more civilized.  They are going to go for the throat right out of the starting gate.  Instead of trying to get to the truth, they are going to blame.  And from his hate room in the White House the Idiot Jerk is going to be Tweeting out snarky, little names for those people testifying.  His base lives for those little names.  And all the while those Centrist Republicans in the suburbs will find deepening frowns spreading across their faces.  This ugly hatred is not what they voted for, and if the GOP thought this past election cycle was bad (and they got their asses whipped) 2020 is going to be the year their tinfoil aspirations get fried.