Chicken with Politics

 Our outside temp is a cool 41 (F) and I'm going to disappoint those of you who don't like the chill, it's not going to get much warmer.  Yepper.  Maybe 3 or 4 degrees.  Tonight's low might possibly drop more than a degree or two below freezing.  This means the leaves will be dropping from the trees like rain.  I always like to see that, even though it means I'll either be raking them up or mowing them.  And yes, for those of you who are new here, I usually mow and mulch my leaves rather than rake them to the curb.

Yesterday I worked.  Even though it was slow, I did get my 3rd measure for the week.  I have one customer who has to come in and pick out their carpet.  I give them the occasional call.  Pressuring people to spend their hard earned cash is not something that comes easy for me.  My belief has always been that when they're ready to buy, that's if they're ever ready to buy, they'll do it on their own time.  People tend to spend more money if you let them, besides, all I have to do is look at the notes in their file and see that they are getting called, and texted, and emailed by our Measurement Services Department in an attempt to get them to buy.  Of course, this is all about greed.

I signed up for Hulu to watch the last to episodes of Only Murders in the Building.  I enjoy the show because many of the actors I grew up with get cast and it good to see that not only are they still alive, but still practicing their craft.  Unfortunately, this was cheapo subscription and I ended up with commercials.  I truly despise commercials.  Most of the ones that aired were for weight loss drugs and I couldn't help but wonder when did the human species get so damn lazy.

As I'd said, I've been scanning a lot of my old pictures into the computer.  Here's one of me and my dad.  I'm the little one.  This was taken in winter of 1953.  And yes, my parents did own a gray Mercury.

Of course, the Senate approved legislation that if passed by the House and signed by the Orange Anus will open the government.  Many, many Democrats are upset thinking that they caved.  Me?  I think they're playing Chicken with Politics.  For the House to approve it, Mikey Johnson would have to bring them back into session.  With the House in session, he would have to swear in the 2 Democratic votes that will put that other pieces of legislation, the one requiring the release of the Epstein files.  This caving by the Democrats is going to put the Republican House in a very serious position because of those files, and the 2 votes needed to make them public.  Had those 2 votes not been waiting to be sworn in, this would have been a cave of monumental proportions.  Now, the House and the Senate are playing Chicken with each other.

And finally, I don't know if you all saw, but Orangie went to a football game last night and was booed mercilessly.  And those fans were loud.  And Orangie was not happy.  You could see it on his face as he frequently paused while reading some sort of loyalty oath.  This was cutting as hell to a man who glories in praise.  So, after midnight, he punished America by pardoning a whole bunch of criminals.  He will never learn, neither will the Republican Party.

The Dark Ages, Part II

 A storm is approaching.  Snow.  How much is up for debate.  One weather app gives one total, another puts the total accumulation as being deeper.  Right now the guess is 2-6 inches, and that is only a guess.  The deepest snows will be falling to our south, over the Washington D.C. area.  Of course, this will be while Congress is certifying the Moral Degenerate as president.  Mother Nature is unhappy.

I did work yesterday.  There were customers with questions.  Despite the fact that there were very few customers, the flooring department was number 2 in the building, number 1 in the district, and number 1 in the region.  Hopefully these great sales will help me get a nice pay increase in February.

Evidently there was a big football game on TV last night because I got to hear the play-by-play through the wall.  As a result, I'll be plugging my sound bar back in this morning.

I also had a weird dream last night.  I was diagnosed with a strange disease and the only cure was to have my head surgically removed and then reattached.  Perhaps my subconscious was telling me what is happening to the United States, or what will need to happen.  Since I woke up before I had the surgery, I suspect that this is what will need to be done.  

And, since a lot of you do not get the same social media feeds as I do, I thought I'd let you know that Elonia is trying to get into the God game.

If you've been paying close attention, Elonia has been pushing a very far right, white supremacist, agenda, but then you need to remember that he grew up in an apartheid era and his father had serious leanings towards the Nazis.  For those of you who don't understand, Nazis are not Christians.  And suspect that Elonia is not asking this question as a Christian, but as someone who'd like to take a pickax to Christianity.  He wants to be the one voice that rules them all.  And, in case you missed it, he told King Charles he needs to disband Parliament.  

Over here in America the billionaire boys club is planning on running the country their way, to the detriment of everyone else.  How long will it last?  I don't know.  Will selfishness and greed be the downfall of humanity?  I don't know that either, though I suspect that a thousand years from now this era will be seen as ""The Dark Ages, Part II."

The Orange Anus

 Monday!  The weather's supposed to be nice today and tomorrow, at least according to Accuweather.  Temps in the mid 60s (F) with overnight temps dropping into the mid 40s (F).  This is not bad at all for this time of year.  I mean, we're in November and, at least as far as the long range forecasts are concerned, our temps are going to hanging around in the same degree range.  

Retail was okay yesterday, at least in the morning.  Business slumped badly in the after.  We can blame that on football.  The Philadelphia Eagles were playing the Dallas Cowboys.  Not a big fan myself, but a lot of people consider the Eagles their home team even though they're over 2 hours away.  Anyway, by 4 in the afternoon the store was a ghost town, with the only customers being either soccer or cricket fans.  Yes, we do have cricket fans in the area, mostly Indians and Pakistanis.  

One of our kitchen designers used to install countertops for a living, so I've been plying him with questions about what to expect from next Monday.  He told me that I should expect the installation to take about 2 hours.  I had shown him my original design and he'd said "easy, peasy."  I measured well because when the tech came to build the template, his square footage and my square footage matched.  That rarely happens, mostly because most people measure once or twice.  I measured at least 10 times, not because I'm that detail oriented, but because I wanted to know how much it was going to cost up front.  The last thing I wanted was to get an additional charge because my measurements were inaccurate.

And for those of you who don't know, the Orange Anus is taking the stand this week as part of the penalty phase in his trial in New York City.  

Oh, dear, I hope that image was too graphic for those who are faint of heart, but let's face it, the time has come to call and anus and anus.  It might be today, golly, I hope so.  I understand there's some concern (understatement) from his allies that he might just explode when he begins to be squeezed because the truth is that he is anything but seedless, (that was just another one of his lies).  As a result, people in the courtroom will probably be juiced.

Or is it Ivanka that's going to be testifying today.  Ooops.  Let's be honest, she will have no problem stabbing Daddy, or her brothers in the back.  He groomed her well. 

Updates

 So, we have the Monday drizzles.  The forecast for daylong flurries yesterday never happened, except maybe for 2 or 3 minutes around 11 AM.  After that, all we got was rain... steady, soaking rain.  Except for that cold bit we had over Christmas, this winter's been on the mild side.  Not warm, but not cold either.  Did I just jinx the next 2 months?  Well, not according to the long range forecast.

As expected, work was slow yesterday.  The playoff games kept a lot of people at home.  There are times when I do believe the media forces you to become sports enthusiast, though I know I might be wrong... sort of.  People want to be on the 'winning' side', so cable and network programming feed them what they they want, usually with bold headlines and banners.  And it's not just sports.  The Oscar nominations are out tomorrow, which means we'll soon be hearing about the horseraces between the nominees.  

Since I occasionally use a lyric or two from a song in my books, I thought it appropriate that I use one of those songs for this little video.

For those who don't follow Joe Manchin, that includes me, he was on Meet the Press yesterday morning.  He claims to be a centrist Democrat, but tends to vote like a mini-Republican.  I think of his as more of an obstructionist.  Like when he voted against ending the filibuster.  He tends to appease the opposition, more than he does his own party.  Oh, and there are rumors swirling that he's considering a run for president in 2024.  Someone needs to tell Joe that one of the last things America needs right now is a 72 year-old, white, faux centrist running for president.  While he might satisfy those leaders in the fossil fuel industry, he is really nothing more than an anachronism needing to be forgotten.

I think it's a shame Biden dropped the ball with this document issue.  For some reason, I do suspect the White House thought they might use this as a comparison, showing how Biden abided by the law, while Trump did the exact opposite.  What they've unfortunately done is give the Republicans another dead horse for them to kick and stomp on.  

Pure Republican Horseshit

 Well, here we go, another Sunday funday.  For those who don't know, I work almost every Sunday.  This is fine.  The store is usually slow in the afternoon, especially when one of the local teams is playing:  Baltimore, Philly, or Pittsburgh.  Thank you football, a sport which fails to impress me.  A number of years ago, someone associated with 60 Minutes decided that they should do a segment about football, the idea being that if you knew about the game, first downs, goal to go, and shit like that you'd find the sport unbelievably fascinating.  If that were even remotely true, every sport would have zillions of fans.  My theory:  football's popularity has a lot to do with the amount of beer being drunk.  I went to see the Philadelphia Eagles play the team that used to be called the Washington Redskins and the lines to the beer vendors was constant.  After the game, as we were driving out of the parking lot, I reminded our driver that all those drunks are now on the road.

The temps today are supposed to climb into the high 60s (F), and I'm debating whether I should wear a long sleeve shirt to work, or just take a jacket.

This late in the year, it's only my dahlias that are blooming.  I still have roses.  This is the 3rd time they've bloomed this year.

Yesterday was fairly quiet, politically speaking.  Everybody was still a Twitter about Herschel and his badge, and his view that if you eat right you shouldn't need insulin.

Biden's approval rating continues to inch up.  This is good for Democrats and bad for Republicans, who are scared.  How do I know?    Well, when Republicans go negative, they go negative.  They're airing a clip of him standing behind a young girl with his hand on her shoulder.  They, of all people, do love to shovel the shit.  If it weren't for lies, they'd have nothing to hold on to.  When I see them on Twitter, I just give my standard response.  It works so well, believe me.  While some prefer wordy diatribes I like 3 simple words.  Pure Republican horseshit.  Every now and then I use a slight variation, Tom Fitton's Tweets for example.  For him, I always preface those 3 little words with Tommy Traitor's.  He never reads the responses, others do.  All Tommy Traitor, and Ronna McDaniel, and the rest of their Republican ilk care about are retweets. The more retweets they get, the happier they are.  This election season, are job is to make them unhappy.  We want them to lose.  

Where's the Buffet?

 Can you believe it's Tuesday?  Yesterday, I realized we had less than a month to go before our days started getting longer again.  Now, won't that be nice.

We were talking at work about how many people aren't doing anything special for this holiday.  Thanksgiving was a holiday which has been out of proportion for years.  Americans do tend to lean to the excesses in life.  We went from just having family gatherings to mini-events.  We went from having a nice meal to setting up mini-buffets without spit screens.  There wasn't just one or two deserts, but 8 or 9.  The human stomach is only so large.  And football.   We suddenly got Big Games on TV.  I can remember many occasions growing up, where the men thought every male in the house needed to go out and toss a football back and forth... and talk about the Big Game.  I hate football.  Never liked it.  This year, thanks to Covid 19, many Americans are dialing back Thanksgiving.  Maybe this is a good thing.  Maybe bigger is not always better.  Maybe the holiday should go back to its roots, about giving thanks, and not about crowding 40 people into a house so you can eat in waves.

I cheered yesterday when I saw Emily Murphy decided to approve the transition process to the Biden presidency.  The Idiot Jerk claimed he had sent her a Tweet authorizing her to begin.  She said she had made the decision on her own.  The Washington Post has a copy of the letter she wrote to President Elect Biden.  This woman is a bitch.  Did you like the bit where she claimed even her pets received death threats?  This woman is an Idiot Jerk loyalist who refused to do her job until mounting pressure from both Republicans and Democrats forced her to do something she was very loathe to do, allow the transition to begin.  She, like her boss, will be bitter to the very end.

And, of course, there are those saying the Idiot Jerk is already making plans to run in 2024.  Just say he managed to keep his sorry ass from being charged with a felony, he be campaigning, not against Joe during the primaries, but Mike Pence.  That's right, android man has his own dark desire to sit in the oval office.  That competition should be very entertaining.

Finally, supposedly this is what the original Thanksgiving looked like.  If this is true, where's the buffet?

Eagles Won!

Well, I went to see the Eagles / Redskins play at FedEx Field yesterday and got a little sun.  I've never been to a professional football game before, so the experience was new.
Shortly after we pulled out cars into the parking area I realized I was in no way a 'tailgate' person.  Taking a half an hour to set up a 'camp site' so you can grill some sausages and burgers and drink a beer or two, or throw back a couple of 'oyster vodka shooters (Joe, my brother-in-law's contribution), seems a bit pointless.  In fact, tearing the set-up down took longer than setting up because you have to deal with garbage.
The walk to the stadium took about 10 minutes.

Joe, my brother-in-law in green, by brother's in the jersey

And, of course, once we were inside I had a picture taken with my brother with the entire stadium behind us.

What's funny is that I weigh 187 and he weighs 203 and I'm a half in taller... so I have no idea why it looks like I'm pregnant.  

The game, itself, was actually fun!  That's right, I had a good time.  I was surprised by the number of obvious gay men there.  They balanced out those loud mouthed Trump supporters who showed up with chubby wives - matching tattoos?  give me a break!  Or the pimp with his 'blue ho' (blue hair, blue lips, blue nails, and blue, velvet outfit).

There were 3 young men sitting to my right and they were a hoot!  At one point a Neil Diamond song was played, the one where he sings "touching you, touching me, touching you," and those 3 young men sang along and touched, and I almost fell out of my seat laughing.

If you're someone who watches football and TV and wonder what happens during the commercial breaks... well, nothing.  Everything stops.  The players stand there.  Sometimes people run towels out to the players so they can wipe the sweat from their brows.

A commercial break

So, would I go to another football game?  Sure, I had fun.  There were a couple of drunks, and slutty looking women, and rednecks, but there were also guys in their Daisy Dukes and tight T-shirts and bearded men who leaned against each other as they watched the game.  The whole thing was... surprising.

Oh, and the Eagles won!  My Dad was a big Eagles fan and while he was alive he went to 7 or 8 games... and they always lost.  Yesterday they won, so I figure that game was for my Dad.