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So Comey told Jeff Sessions he didn't want to be alone with Trump. Women across the country can relate.
— Maxine Waters (@RepMaxineWaters) June 7, 2017
From Robert Reich:
Rep. Al Green (D-Texas) is already drafting articles of impeachment related to Trump’s firing of FBI Director James Comey, believing there’s enough evidence of Trump’s obstruction of justice to begin an impeachment inquiry (not to mention Trump’s blatant violation of the Constitutions emoluments clause by profiting off his presidency, and much else).
But Democratic leaders are pushing back, warning there aren’t enough facts to justify an impeachment inquiry at this point, and, in any event, such an inquiry would politicize ongoing congressional investigations.
Baloney.
Historically, the three previous impeachment inquiries in the House (involving presidents Andrew Johnson, Richard Nixon, and Bill Clinton) rested on less evidence of obstruction of justice than is already publicly known about Trump.
Comey’s testimony to Congress is itself more than enough – confirming that Trump demanded Comey’s loyalty, asked Comey to stop investigating Michael Flynn, repeatedly told Comey the FBI investigation was a “cloud” on his presidency, and asked Comey to declare publicly that Trump wasn’t an object of the investigation
In addition, we have Trump’s interview with Lester Holt on NBC and Trump’s subsequent meeting with Russian officials in the Oval Office. In both instances, Trump connected his firing of Comey with the Russian investigation.
Also bear in mind the obstructions of justice that caused the House to impeach previous presidents concerned issues far less serious than Trump’s possible collusion with a foreign power to win election.
Democratic leaders say they don’t want to talk about impeachment now because they’re worried about politicizing the current congressional investigations, which aren’t impeachment inquiries. Hello? Republicans have already politicized them.
The real reason Democratic leaders don’t want to seek an impeachment now is they know there’s zero chance that Republicans, who now control both houses of Congress, would support such a move. So why engage in a purely symbolic gesture?
Democratic leaders figure that between now and the midterm elections there will be even more revelations from non-partisan sources – future testimony by Trump operatives like Michael Flynn and Roger Stone, early reports from Special Counsel Robert Mueller’s investigation, and leaks to the press – that will build the case, and fuel more public outrage.
That outrage will give Democrats a strong chance of taking back the House and maybe even the Senate. Then they’ll really impeach Trump.
I can’t argue with the political logic of Democratic leaders. And if their strategy will lead to Trump’s ouster sooner than any other way, I’m all for it.
But here’s the problem. It’s not clear America can wait for the midterm elections, followed by what’s likely to be a long and drawn-out impeachment investigation, followed by a trial in the Senate. (Note that none of the presidents listed above was ever convicted by the Senate and thrown out of office.)
With each passing day, Donald Trump becomes a greater danger to America and the world. We don’t have time.
The advantage of introducing a bill of impeachment now – even attempting to do so – is that such an action might itself galvanize the vast majority of Americans who want Trump out of office. It could mobilize and energize people around the most important immediate issue facing the country.
Never underestimate the power of a public aroused to action. It is worth recalling that Nixon resigned of his own accord before the House had even voted out an impeachment resolution. The American public demanded it.


Someday. Hopefully by the end of the summer if all goes well. It will be nice to welcome them back home.
“Go to sleep, you’ll feel better in the morning” is the human equivalent of turn it off and back on again.
Don’t fight it, boys.

You know you want Mike Vogel’s big daddy dick. If you’re a good boy he may lay some scruffy kisses on the back of your neck while he’s sliding in and out of you.

Okay, so that’s not what was actually going on in this scene from Under The Dome, but DAY-UM, it sure looks like it!
Wouldn’t mind trading places with either of them!


I am generally not a fan of summer.
Surprisingly, it isn’t because of the 6-8 weeks of +110℉ temps we endure in Phoenix; that I can deal with. It’s because of the early morning light.
As I’ve gotten older, my sleep patterns have become increasingly erratic. I’m almost always in deep sleep within moments of my head hitting the pillow and usually have no recollection of Ben coming to bed. Some (rare) nights I don’t wake up until my alarm goes off. Other nights are a series of one hour blocks of sleep punctuated by half-to-full hour gaps of wakefulness—or a single incident of waking around 4 am and then tossing and turning until I finally fall back to sleep moments before the alarm goes off. Thankfully, most nights are usually just a single incident of getting up to use the bathroom (something I’ve done since I was a teenager, so no…it’s not my aging plumbing) and then falling right back to sleep upon returning to bed.
I understand that sleep problems are a grossly underreported aspect of aging. I know my dad suffered as he got older, and when I was in my 30s I was incredulous when he told me he’d wake up at 3 in the morning and more often than not, struggle—or not be able at all—to get back to sleep.
I’m also beginning to understand why he had sheets of black plastic completely covering his bedroom windows.
We have dark grey curtains in the bedroom. Closing them—and the blinds behind—does an decent job of keeping the room dark at night. But at this time of year with the sun coming up so early, the room still starts getting light around 5 am. It also doesn’t help that the dogs have reset their internal clocks to match the sun. They used to sleep until my alarm went off at 6; now they’re crawling on top of me anywhere from 5-5:30, demanding to be let out.
I can’t tell you the last time I woke up fully refreshed from a typical night’s sleep. Lately it seems I’m as exhausted—or more so—than when I went to bed. The one recent time I do remember waking fully recharged and feeling good was either a Saturday or Sunday a couple months ago where I got up at the usual time, piddled around the house for an hour or so and then went back to bed, sleeping in until shortly after noon.
The older I get the more I realize that the people who are authority figures in my life actually are just winging it too.

No, Apple. Just no.*
*Opinion undoubtedly revised once I actually hear one.


From Fearsome Beard:
I was but a young boy when people like me lived in the shadows.

Thanks to a few courageous souls who had had enough, I’d never really fully know that life they were forced into.
(Or forced into marrying someone of the opposite sex solely to keep up appearances, the way my dad was. – MA)
…and we are not amused.
Let’s face it: Apple has issues. It’s a company that has grown from a single garage to a multi-national behemoth. And like all mega-corporations, it has its share of problems.
Less than a week after getting my new MacBook, one of the keys stopped working. Or rather, I should say it worked intermittently. Sometimes it wouldn’t register at all; other times it would produce a double character. Annoying, to say the least, and not expected from a brand new two-thousand dollar machine, much less one from Apple.

A quick search revealed numerous complaints surrounding the new butterfly keyboard on these Macs. I followed the recommendations, from blowing compressed air into the affected key to the wholly ridiculous procedure of reloading the OS.
Blowing air seemed to alleviate the problem to the point that I canceled the Genius Bar appointment I’d scheduled for Friday evening.
Of course the moment I canceled the appointment the key started typing double characters. (Hey, it wasn’t not typing any more!)
Fuck.
I made another appointment and took the machine in today, expecting the worst and gearing up for a confrontation. (After all, it was barely a week old.)
Imagine my surprise then when—after explaining what was going on to the Genius and mentioning it was only a week old—he said, “Oh heck, we’ll just swap the whole thing out.”
This is the outcome I was going to fight for if it had not been offered. After all, I was still in Apple’s 14-day no-questions-asked return/exchange window.
After verifying my educational pricing purchase (I was never asked for Ben’s education credentials when I picked the machine up a week ago), the machine was swapped out and the old one wiped of my data as I watched. The Genius then offered to help me set up the new one, but by that time he’d already sensed I was more than capable of doing it myself.
I set up the machine with a temp account (something you need to do if you’re planning on restoring from a Time Machine backup), verified that all the keys worked normally and that there were no dead pixels on the display, and was on my way less than a half-hour after arriving at the store.
Many things can be said about Apple’s Quality Control these days. No longer under the watchful eye of taskmaster Jobs, I believe that the company’s attempt to adhere to what are now expected annual multi-platform hardware and software upgrades isn’t allowing much opportunity to squash every software bug and hardware glitch before new product rolls out the door. This is what’s most frustrating because you don’t expect to encounter these type of issues with an Apple product. “It just works,” after all.
But based on my own experience—and despite some horror stories from friends and others posted online—Apple’s Customer Service is exemplary and what I still strive to emulate in my own professional life (when I’m not cussing out my customers under my breath, that is). This, more than anything else is what keeps me a loyal customer.
Mankind can develop a USB drive capable of holding every love song ever written, but manufacturers can’t figure out how to put a Ziploc bag inside a cereal box.
Sometimes Grids creates some very funny juxtapositions in my feed:

…you won’t get this, but trust me…it’s brilliant!




Gemini 4 astronaut Ed White becomes the first American to walk in space on June 3, 1965. White enjoyed his time floating in the void. When he was required to end his session and climb back into the spaceship, he said “I’m coming back in… and it’s the saddest moment of my life.” (NASA)

From Fearsome Beard:
Mayors stand up for what is right, yes this is a link…go ahead click it…you know you want to.
Not just mayors but governors. Good politicians with a moral compass who wish to pass a viable planet on to their children stand up.
The message that made me post a link to that article is that this is not a time to get bitter. Now is the time to lead. Lead by example. Lead with good honest morals. Lead by taking steps to not only meet the standards set for us by the Paris Agreement, but exceed those standards. Lead by taking these steps in each of our daily lives and in our communities, cities and states.
Say “Fuck You” to the weaklings who put personal gain and personal comfort over the love of their fellow man, the planet, the animals, the unborn descendants of us all. Those assholes aren’t leaders, those assholes are spineless greedy selfish cowards.
Don’t let such short sided dimwits make you angry & bitter, that’s what they want. Follow the lead of these courageous Mayors and Governors. Follow their lead starting with your personal choices and follow them with your support. Together we can out do any mess and any harm that those that are misguided ignorant narcissistic demagogues dish out.


Tanque Verde Falls, Tucson AZ, November 1984