The Trump Train Wreck

 Holy Crap.  October 1st and the temps outside are sitting at 57(F).  This morning, rather than donning my standard warm weather gear, T-Shirt and Shorts, I reached for sweat pants and a sweat shirt.  Looking at Accuweather, I'm seeing highs in the upper 60's to low, low 70's in the coming days.  I'm fine with that.  I like snuggling under blankets.

I unpacked my new storm door yesterday.  I though the installation was going to be rather complicated, but I watched a video on YouTube - not so difficult.  In the video, one long gentleman put the dang thing in himself.  In case you didn't know, I'm constantly recommending YouTube videos to customers.  You see, people will upload just about anything, even when they make mistakes.  All you need to do is pay attention for those verbal asterisks where they say "shit, I probably shouldn't have done that."

Yesterday afternoon I made blueberry waffles.  I had waffles for dinner.  I will have waffles for breakfast this morning, and then I will freeze the rest.  I have a lot of blueberries I need to get rid of, so baking is the way to go.  Today?  Blueberry muffins.

Repercussions are flowing in from this past Tuesday's debate debacle.  The world is laughing at both us as a country and the Idiot Jerk in the White House.  Der Spiegle said it was like watching 'a duel turn into a car accident.'  Actually, I think they were being kind.  This president is a walking, talking train wreck.  Who fared better?  Biden.  The Idiot Jerk in the White House might not have looked so terribly bad if, perhaps, he had waffled a little.  But, of course, Biden has been stoking that little hate engine the Idiot Jerk calls a heart for some time now.  While we didn't get the chance to see 'lava level' anger from our failed president, he showed what a slow boil looks like.  

One thing is certain, his team knows how badly he looked.  Not only did he shoot himself in his foot, he took aim at his knee, and his shoulder, and his hip and managed to hit every target.  Because of this, America is going to see the true evil of the Idiot Jerk in the White House.  As Bill Kristol Tweeted, 'he's a cornered rat.'  No lie is off limits, no action out of bounds.  He is the Titanic, bow underwater, stern high in the air, and he's ready to snap in two.

The Breakfast for Dinner Revolution

For the past couple of days I've had this craving for pancakes.  So intense was this craving, I actually mentioned it to associates at work.  I was just really, really hungry for pancakes.  Last evening, on my way home from work, I decided to take action and quell this hunger.  Normally, when I make pancakes, they're made from scratch, of course that would have entailed purchasing eggs as well as flour.  It's just a craving I told myself, and convinced myself into buying a box of Hungry Jack Funfetti Complete.  How could I resist confetti pancakes.  Anyway, as my pancakes cooked on the griddle, I started checking out the box just see what it was I was eating.  I was really surprised to read the following blurb: Make  breakfast time family time! When your family is hungry for something delicious for breakfast give them Hungry Jack pancakes."  Holy Crap!  This was going to be my dinner, not my breakfast!  I must have missed the edict outlawing pancakes for any other meal.

Of course there was no such ruling.  There are a lot of people out there, however, who have been brainwashed into thinking you can only eat pancakes at breakfast.  Like bacon and eggs, where is it written bacon and eggs can only be eaten at breakfast?  Years ago, returning from a day trip to Washington DC with a friend, we stopped off to get something to eat.  Let me tell you, he was so excited to discover the restaurant served Breakfast for Dinner I thought for a moment the Rapture had arrived.  He was almost as surprised that I had been raised without any "breakfast food barriers."  That's right.  There were times when we had pancakes for dinner.  Sometimes we would have scrambled eggs and bacon!  My brother was a cold cereal aficionado.  Booberry, Frankenberry, Count Chocula and Captain Crunch were all he ate... ever.  Did they stunt his growth?  Did they do him wrong?  Nope.  Today he gets paid rather well to write code for things hospitals use, don't ask me what, I don't know.

 

At some long, forgotten point in our past, some pudding head sat at a desk and divided foods up into groups, those which would be great for you in the morning and those which might not be so hot.  What's interesting is that the box I bought makes both pancakes and waffles.  Paradoxically, while one is considered a breakfast staple, the other can be eaten any time of the days.  Ever hear of Chicken and Waffles?  With this mix you could have Chicken and Funfetti waffles.  Wouldn't that be a colorful dinner?  People forget that their stomach doesn't know what time it is.  When it gets hungry all it wants is to be fed.  You could feed it ice cream for breakfast and it wouldn't care.  I think we should start a revolution and start eating breakfast for dinner.  Tomorrow morning, instead of nuking a bowl of oatmeal, order a pizza instead.  Yum!