Youngkin's White Sensitivity

Well, today is very special for some people.  For those who are easily excited about creatures surrounded by mythology, today is Groundhog Day.  Will winter continue, or will spring arrive early?  His accuracy is.... has... a lot to be desired.  Still, that does not keep a lot of people from showing up at Gobbler's Knob every February 2.  Perhaps they think Gobbler's Knob offers more than a groundhog.  Anyway, look at all of these people.

Today is also special at the store.  Why?  Today is inventory day.  Yep.  This is the day when hoards of Regis counters in their purple vests swarm the store.  Since I am never available to work on Wednesdays, I'm going to miss the fun.  Right.  Nothing was ever fun about inventory.  Managers prepping the store in order to find out if there's been 'shrink' or 'swell.'  Yes, and even the HR managers need to help with the pre-counts.  I don't miss it in the least.

I roasted chicken thighs in the air fryer yesterday. They were tasty.  I was surprised at how much fat cooked out.  Wow.  I drizzled that over the dog's dinners last evening, they got the skin as well, and let me tell you, they loved it!  I bought 2 potatoes so this afternoon I'm going to make French Fries!

Today is also treadmill day.  Currently, I cruise along at 3.4 mph and 2% grade.  I'm slowly picking up speed and increasing the grade.  Both are driving my heartrate higher, which provides great cardio and burns calories as well.

Dana Milbank posted an opinion about Youngkin and the desire of Republicans to protect overly sensitive white people from history.  His excerpts are from an actual textbook.  That was the last decade before Americans began chopping up the same lies conservatives so desperately want to embrace... again.  That decade was anything but innocent.  Minorities had no rights, but then neither did women, for that matter.  Father knew best.  Every housewife wore and apron and pearls.  You could beat up a fag and not have tow worry about it.  In almost every respect, white conservatives believe this was as close as America got to heaven.  Their fondest dream is to go back to those days.  That can never happen.

Potential

It's February!  Time to flip the page on my calendar.  The days are getting longer.  I'm good with that.  Love the sunshine.  Not wild about the night.  Older eyes aren't great when it comes to driving after the sun sets, especially on roads where there are no street lights.

My taxes are done.  The refund will pay for my new chair and the air-fryer, which I did use last evening.  Just a burger, I could have done chicken or pork, but I thought I'd see how well it does with beef.  The burger was quite tasty.

Today's garbage day so I put my old gaming chair out on the curb.  Sometime, as I and the dogs slept, someone stopped and took it.  That's fine.  Maybe it'll go to some short person who doesn't mind sitting low down and very close to the floor.

Of course, with starting a new book, I start my search for lyrics. It seems like Sirius XM has been playing this song almost constantly.  It's old... well, not that old.  And contrary to what some might think, it's about writing songs for a new album and how people hear what they want in the song's lyric.  Hhhmm, I've got potential, eh?

Can we talk about how screwed up Conservatives are?  Oh, my.  They have not only inserted their heads deeply into their rectums, their heads are spinning wildly.  Take Maus:  one of the reasons it was banned from a school library was 'female nudity,' yet there are no human females in the graphic novel, only animals.  That's right, the female nudity complaint is over a naked mouse.  If this isn't bad enough, you have Candace Owens, one of the Cracker Jack Crazies over on The Daily Wire complaining about Minnie Mouse wearing a pantsuit.  That's right, Candy's having a problem with a mouse that isn't naked.  Candy evidently likes her mice au naturel, as long as they're not in a graphic novel depicting Nazi atrocities, then she wants them clothed.  And these nut jobs want to run the country?  Yeah, straight to Hell.