Month: November 2020

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Flashback Friday





El Torero Restaurant, Tucson AZ, June 2007

I've been going here since I was in college, and even though I haven't lived in Tucson since 1985, it's always a must-stop location for dining whenever I'm in town.

Now I want some patty tacos.

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Liberating Arrakis

Let's hope it works out better for House Biden in the long run than it did for the  Atreides…

But seriously, do you remember the scene where Thufir Hawat was in a panic because they kept discovering hidden listening devices? That came to mind last night as I was mulling the Bidens moving into the White House. But you've got to figure that the place will be swept for Russian listening devices after Trump is dragged out…right?

And Trump, being the man-baby narcissist he is, will undoubtedly trash as much as he can on his way out the door. "If I can't have it, NO ONE will!" It's already been confirmed by multiple sources that he's doing as much to fuck up  international relations as possible in hopes of confounding Biden.

Trouble is, Trump has no idea who he's messing with. Biden's team is playing four-dimensional chess, while Trump is simply taking sitting on a checkerboard taking a shit.

I also recommend that the Secret Service pat down Lady Be Best for the house silver, because you know that crime family is going to attempt to steal anything that isn't nailed down.

And lastly, please replace ALL the mattresses in the White House before anyone from Biden's team sleeps there. You know they're urine soaked…

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Fuck This Guy

I couldn't have said it better myself.

From Greg Fallis:

This guy, I declare. This whiny, small-minded, pissy-pants guy. This privileged, lying, unworthy, lazy, ignorant guy. This vindictive, self-pitying, arrogant, despicable guy. This conceited, fuck-witted, always complaining, cowardly guy. This sour-souled, slack-eyed, gorbellied, muddle-headed guy. The fucking guy is still insisting he won the election.

I am SO sick of this guy. I'm sick of hearing his voice — his griping, carping, sneering voice. I'm sick of hearing his name and seeing it on everything from buildings to flags to signs. I'm sick of his hideous presence on television, which he haunts like some gross and malevolent spectre. I'm sick of his ridiculous hair. I'm sick of seeing his face — his slack-eyed, flaccid, pouty-mouthed, jaundiced face. I'm sick of knowing he even fucking exists. I'm SO goddamned sick of him.

I'm sick of his appallingly ignorant and loathsome adult children. I'm sick of his wife. I'm sick of ALL of his wives. I'm sick of his democracy-hating sycophants in the Senate. I'm sick of his ass-licking toadies in the House of Representatives. I'm sick of all his groveling and cringing 'news personalities' on television and in the newspapers. I'm sick of his apologists and enablers. I'm completely sick of his fawning, eyelash-batting, lickspittle Press Secretary. I'm sick of every single goddamned person in his easily-replaced, unprofessional, ill-equipped, odious, merry-go-round of a Cabinet.


Fuck this guy. Fuck everybody in his orbit. Fuck everybody who volunteered to work for him. Fuck everybody who campaigned for him. Fuck everybody who planted one of his yard signs in their yard. Fuck everybody who bought and flew one of his godawful flags. Fuck the people who made and sold the flags. Fuck everybody who voted for him. Seriously, just fuck this guy.

There. I needed that. I feel better now. Normally I read the news in the morning, then think about it for a while, calmly and objectively, before I say or write anything. But this morning that I WON THE ELECTION tweet just flat out pissed me off. It's a bright sunny day and I didn't want to let this fucking guy ruin it. So I decided to vent. Get the ugly shit out of my system. Now I can get on with my day and be happy and have fun.

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Mark Your Calendars

The western sky is going to be putting on quite the show in September 2040.

I'll probably be long gone by then, but assuming the human species survives, this is going to be a once-in-a-lifetime treat.