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“It’s going to end, end ugly, and end not in Trump’s favor. At all.”

From Boy Culture:

An advisor to the United Arab Emirates — who has ties to Trump — is now cooperating with Mueller in his open-ended investigation into Trump and his cronies aka Russia.

The New York Times reports that George Nadar was a conduit for money from the Emirates to Trump’s campaign and to benefit his Administration’s efforts, which is blatantly illegal. 

This transaction would have occurred at the fabled Seychelles meeting that has puzzled those examining Trump’s clearly corrupt behavior from the beginning. Nader, a Lebanese-American businessman who is a close advisor to Crown Prince Mohammed bin Zayed Al-Nahyan (who rules the U.A.E.) was at the Seychelles meeting, which took place in January 2017.

Also at the meeting, a Russian investor with Putin ties; founder of Blackwater Erik Prince (a Trump advisor); and Kirill Dmitriev, a Putin lackey:

The significance of the meeting in the Seychelles has been a puzzle to American officials ever since intelligence agencies first picked up on it in the final days of the Obama administration, and the purpose of the discussion is in dispute. During congressional testimony in November, Mr. Prince denied representing the Trump transition team during the meeting and dismissed his encounter with Mr. Dmitriev as nothing more than a friendly conversation over a drink.

A lawyer for Mr. Nader did not respond to requests for comment. A spokesman for Mr. Dmitriev has repeatedly declined to comment about the Seychelles meeting, as has Yousef al-Otaiba, the Emirati ambassador in Washington.

Anyone cynical enough to think Trump gets away with anything is going to have to face it sooner or later — Mueller is going to have Trump and all around him (especially Jared Kushner) dead to rights, and the things of which he will accuse Trump will not be able to be swept under the rug, not even by the craven GOP.

It’s going to end, end ugly, and end not in Trump’s favor. At all.

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Mood

Now it’s Ben’s turn to have his 2017 MacBook Pro sent off for top-case replacement. He was having slightly different problems, but since EVERYTHING on these machines is apparently soldered/glued in place, individual parts can’t be swapped out.

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A Question For My Fellow Dog Owners/Companions

Well, it’s now two a.m. and despite the fact I was exhausted when I crawled into bed, after tossing and turning since midnight with absolutely no sleep in sight, I decided it was time to get up for a bit. I popped two of those little purple gel caps marketed as “night time sleep aids”—in reality absolutely nothing more than repackaged Benadryl—and hope they will make me sleepy enough to quiet my overactive thoughts. Yeah, I know I’ll be useless tomorrow, but at this point it’s worth it.

In the meantime, I haven’t done a poll on this here blog thingie for a while, so why not?

If your furry little friends sleep with you, where do they sleep? I was raised that the goggies ALWAYS sleep ON the covers and NEVER under.
[polldaddy poll=9951584]

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Oh, Sah-NAP!

Yesterday the Dotard-in-Chief spewed this bit of gibberish on Twitter, originally referring to Alec as “Alex.” I guess one of his minions got word of the very public LOL that resulted and corrected it:

Of course, Mr. Baldwin was having none of the Dotard’s bullshit, and fired back:

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Friday

That feeling you get when you realize you’ve made it through another work week and the Orange Shitgibbon in the White House hasn’t started WWIII.

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America is a Gun

England is a cup of tea.
France, a wheel of ripened brie.
Greece, a short, squat olive tree.
America is a gun.

Brazil is football on the sand.
Argentina, Maradona’s hand.
Germany, an oompah band.
America is a gun.

Holland is a wooden shoe.
Hungary, a goulash stew.
Australia, a kangaroo.
America is a gun.

Japan is a thermal spring.
Scotland is a highland fling.
Oh, better to be anything
than America as a gun.

Brian Bilston

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Stumbled Upon

From Back Of The Cereal Box. Every last word rings true:

Last weekend I went to a barber for the first time in six years, not to attend to anything on the top of my head (as I’ve been seeing to that myself) but to allow a professional to tidy up my mustache. For a relatively small sum of money, my mustache got twenty minutes’ worth of snipping and shaping, and I got some tips on how I can keep it looking good until the next time I make an appointment. I highly recommend it.

While sitting the the chair, the barber asked me why I chose to grow this thing in the first place, and I actually didn’t know how to answer. Here, then, is every possible reason I can think of.

  • Because the fact that I’ve had a buzzed head for the last six years has limited what I can do to change my appearance, and growing a mustache seemed like a shorter-term investment than a face tattoo
  • Because manliness?
  • But similarly and separately to connect with my heritage as a gay homosexual
  • To repulse women
  • More specifically to make a woman in front of me in line at the grocery store glance back, glance back again and then none-too-discreetly slip into another line, presumably because she thought I looked like a creep
  • To look like a creep, maybe
  • To provoke female acquaintances who have never otherwise commented on my physical appearance to tell me that they hate my mustache and that I should remove it
  • Apparently to make twentysomethings on various apps begin conversations with “Hey, daddy” or something thereabouts
  • So that when I take an Instagram selfie and have it show up on my Tumblr my photo then gets reblogged on various fetish sites of varying levels of NSFW-ness
  • To give myself a single distinguishing physical characteristic (finally)
  • To draw attention away from my unpleasant personality
  • Because I’d grown accustomed to the various asymmetricalities of my body and needed a new one to obsess over
  • If I’m being really honest, I may have grown it to punk my friend, who’d invited me to be a groomsmen in his wedding but whose bride did not include facial hair stylings on her PDFed guide to appropriate groomsmen looks
  • And to continue that honestly, I’ve kept it maybe because I think his bride suspects that this was the case and I’m scared she will beat me up if she knew that I’d made an effort to become “that random guy with a mustache” in her wedding photos
  • Because the groom himself cannot grow one
  • Because neither my brother nor my father can grow one, now that I think about it
  • Because I knew I’d be getting a dog who had his own killer facial hair game  and we needed to match
  • Because I felt I’d mastered the art of eating and sneezing and needed to complicate both those actions in order to challenge myself
  • Because years of playing Nintendo games have led to me realize that I’m more of a Luigi than a Mario
  • Sex stuff
  • And finally because Stupid Sexy Flanders is too good of a Halloween costume to pass up

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Quote of the Day

The suggestion of arming the teachers in response to school shootings is really not that surprising As a nation we have hoisted pretty much every social problem onto teachers, expecting schools to be the solution for everything from unemployment to teen pregnancy and the war on drugs, all the while cutting their funding and lambasting them as being lazy and selfish when they demand to be paid. They are solution, scapegoat, and sacrificial lamb rolled into one.” ~ Jason Read

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Quote Of The Day

None of us are getting out of here alive, so please stop treating yourself like an afterthought. Eat the delicious food. Walk in the sunshine. Jump in the ocean. Say the truth that you’re carrying in your heart like hidden treasure. Be silly. Be kind. Be weird. There’s no time for anything else.” ~ Sir Anthony Hopkins

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