Month: July 2017

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Quote of the Day

In no particular order, America has overcome a civil war, Adolf Hitler, a depression, and even disco. This illegitimate occupation of the White House by a confirmed traitor is a whole new kind of challenge for us. But we can, and we will, overcome this. In the end, the will of the people will propel the Constitution to propel Donald Trump out on his ass. When his degenerative brain disease finishes him off in a few years, he'll either die a lonely miserable broke man, or he'll die in a prison cell. We're in the fight of our lives. But Trump is going to lose this battle, and America is going to win. We always have, and we always will." ~ Bill Palmer, The Palmer Report

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TMI

https://twitter.com/voenixrising/status/886331569169866753

Yeah, I used to read the newspaper (you remember those, actual physical objects, right?) during lunch back in the 80s and 90s (a lot of time just for the latest installment of Bloom County), but I was never what you'd call a news junkie.

But like so many other things, that all changed on 9/11. I was glued to the television set and the radio in the aftermath, and as we descended into the Madness of King George during the subsequent years, it seemed the whole world came online, feeding our need addiction to be informed of what was going on in every corner on the globe.

This obsession has only gotten worse under the reign of 45. Every day I scour my feeds in hopes of finding some nugget, some morsel of good news: notice of his resignation, his impending Impeachment and removal from office, the invocation of the 25th Amendment…anything to restore sanity to this glitch-in-the-matrix, alternate-reality we were thrust into six months ago. There are glimmers of hope. Amid the now-daily, further-down-the-rabbit-hole revelations of criminal wrongdoing and Russian collusion, news of hearings and investigations are finally starting to break through the noise. The noose is slowly tightening around the necks of everyone connected with the criminal cabal currently occupying the Oval Office, but it's all moving so slowly. I realize that the wheels of justice turn slowly and there can be no mistakes made in this process if we are to rid our country of this cancer, but I want the nightmare to end now. I want to go back to some semblance of a normal life, of normal sleep patterns…of not having to constantly wonder how much more damage that asshole, his cronies or his enablers will wreak before they're all ultimately behind bars. (I'd much prefer to see justice delivered in the manner employed by the French Revolution, but we are a civilized country after all.)

Most of all, I want the firehose of steaming bullshit shut off. I realize that all politicians lie—as a certain insurance company's current advertising campaign goes, "It's what they do"—but to be lied to so blatantly, in such an obvious how-stupid-do-you-think-we-are manner with a straight face and absolutely no push back from the media has to end! I'm tired of the jokes, the parodies, and the fact that you cannot escape news of that demented, motherfucking man-baby no matter where you go online.

In short, I want my—I want our—lives back. I want intelligent, rational adults back in charge of this country so I don't have to worry every waking moment about what's going on in Washington.

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Shower Thoughts

Environmentalists and climate scientists aren't trying to save the planet; the planet will go just fine without us. What they're trying to save is our species.

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Dirk, Just Look Busy


"Okay, Dirk, just look busy. Look like you're working, just in case. Just lightly tap the keys. Don't press anything, don't flip any switches. Just be cool, Dirk. You've got this. Morgan will be in soon and she won't let you blow anything up."

via

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Shower Thoughts

Whenever I click a link that goes to a page with a screen-covering ad, I don't even try to find out how to close it anymore. I just click "back" and declare that bit of news dead to me.

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Two Years

This week marked our two year anniversary back in Phoenix.  It doesn't feel like it's been that long, but it has. After all, two years ago we still had adults in the White House.

I'd be lying if I said there weren't things about Denver that I miss—especially at this time of year. It doesn't help that I stream KUVO (Denver's jazz station) on many a morning and afternoon commute and hear the high and low temps. I'm sure I won't feel the same way in six months once the snow starts falling, but right now it sounds wonderful.

But there's this…

Ah yes, the Denver commute from hell. Such fond memories of driving the 25.

And then of course this…

…are all that's needed to snap me out of any nostalgic longing I may have.

We also just signed another two year lease on our current domicile. It's not perfect (we'd both rip out the 69-year old bathroom and kitchen and replace them in a heartbeat if we could), but the house remains a good fit for us at this point in our lives. We still don't have use of the third bedroom, filled to the brim as it is with Ben's mother's crap, but we're planning on getting some sort of outside storage set up for that in the coming months to get it cleared out.

And then there's the back yard. It's 5500 square feet of weeds in winter and nearly dead lawn no matter how much water we throw on it in summer. Several months ago we proposed to the landlords that we cut the lawn down to a small patch directly to the west of the patio (that's shaded and protected by a large elm tree) and lay gravel down in the remainder of the space. Throw a couple drought-tolerant mesquite trees back there, a paver walkway from the patio to the back gate, and call it done. Surprisingly, they just agreed to it—assuming of course, that we pay for it.

So that's not gonna happen any time soon. But who knows…we could win one of those HGTV giveaways we keep entering or strike it rich with the Arizona lottery!

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Amen, Sister

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Of Stoplights And The Law Of Averages

Because I got nothin' else at the moment.

There are ten stoplights between my house and work. (I know, it's a short commute.)

Of those ten, I will always stop at three in particular—no matter when I leave, or how many of the others I have to stop—or don't stop—at.

Beyond that, it's a crap shoot. Some days I can breeze through with only four total stops, other days it's six. On rare occasions I hit only those three lights red, and on very rare occasions I end up stopping at 9 out of 10 (one intersection is always green).

But on average I stop at five lights on my morning commute.

Wasn't that exciting?

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Indeed

"Every so often, an astronomical artist gets lucky." ~Don Dixon

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BOOM!

Hey 45, how does it feel being another Clinton bitch?

You just got OWNED, you blithering, clueless asshole!