Meh, I just hang a hat on the bed post, climb into bed with a bottle of Gentleman Jack, and drink until I see two hats.

wigged plate of moldy haggis,

The whole hat thing, and thus the slogan (because they had to have something to put on the hat) stems from DT needing a hat to keep his ridiculous ‘hairstyle’ from blowing every which way when outdoors in a slight breeze.

Yep. *Follow the money.* It’s always about the mun.

Any European Jezzies here today? Prof Gothick and I leave tomorrow for 2 weeks in Sweden/Denmark/Norway and I wonder if it will be on TV over there.

I know, right? More giant black Escalades than Clinton and Trump.

He had no idea what the word ‘holistic’ meant, and started to spew like he always does when confronted with language above a fourth-grade level.

Mental illness okay. Let’s work on that. But bald-headed Christ, can’t we cut down on the number of guns floating around? How many guns do we have in this country, something like 3 or 4 per household? And let’s lock the damn things up!

MY Miss u. MY African-American. Ugh.

Cue the Basil Poulidoris soundtrack! *pops in the C the B CD*

Eh, he and his surrogates will just start in with the whole “that’s a lie, untrue, corrupt media blah blah blah” and the needle won’t budge.

I vape (yeah, so what? I’m Old; I can do whatever the hell I want!), but I’m white, so no worries about me getting shot. Also, isn’t there such a thing as rubber bullets? I know they would hurt like bloody hell, even break bones or put out an eye, but Christ on a crutch, wouldn’t that save lives??

God how awful. Yesterday a school one county over from me went into lockdown because some nimrod dressed as a clown had been spotted in the woods near the playground. “Going into lockdown” is a thing nowadays, sadly.

I think it’s amusing that Trump’s definition of ‘winning,’ as in winning temperament, is someone who literally wins a lot of competitions. The actual use here refers to a facet of personality, someone who has a delightful, likable, and charming way about them and can win you over. This is a very minor point from the…

I do part time bookkeeping for a preschool that caters to upper-middle class types, in that it’s expensive and runs from 9 AM to noon, so none of the mommies are employed outside the home. The director has told me they are having more and more problems every year with non-vaxxers. I only have to look out my window…

To paraphrase Lucy van Pelt- Of all the first world problems, this is the first worldiest.

These will soon be ubiquitous in my Tennessee city among a certain country club demographic, y’all.

I do that too- gritting my teeth and muttering, “no, you will not” as I prevent them from merging. One does what one can.

That pic looks just like my darling Pearl, named in honor and memory of Janis Joplin (who is also my style icon). Pearl can yowl so much like Janis!

Every other vehicle in my mid-sized southern town has a Choose Life license plate, issued by the state, with the monies ($75 per year per plate I think) going to fake crisis pregnancy centers. I’d get me a nice pro-choice bumper stick, but I don’t want my car keyed.