Yes, A Change Of Weather!

 Cool and cloudy and windy. It feels good.  A dead Donald Duck would be a cause for celebration, now that I think of it. That would be a gift of great magnitude. It's time for a new Disney character, don't you think? How about Daffy Dope? How about Vanity Vulture? So many interesting options! Cartoonville is full of candidates, so fear not. Meanwhile I will enjoy this nice turn of weather. Let the Krazy Klown Kar crash and burn. I'm too old to give a flying fuck. 

Besides, Jesus! Like Mighty Mouse! Will fly in to save the day! And then, there's my fantastic shaving mug! Be of good cheer! Have another beer! Get paid! Get laid! And have yet ANOTHER beer! Folks, it just don't get much better than that. 

Change Of Weather?

 Could be. A norther is on the way, or so they say. And maybe some real rain at last, or so they say.  This morning it was cloudy and humid, but that front is on the way. So they say. I'll believe that when I see it. 

As the big 250 celebration day approaches, expect to be bombarded with bullshit.

Hot Days Cool Mornings

 It's a common pattern. The storms seem to be over, and there's a lot of SOSO going on. Cooler later in the week and rain chances. Big bang in Israel Saturday night-- some sort of weapons plant exploded. A constant stream of lies from the outhouse, but it has golden toilets, so that's OK. Iran maintains control of the Strait of Hormuz, and the big oil crunch will soon be felt here, as our reserves are depleted. Inflation, but a moron at the Fed, a shit-for-brains appointee, a shit-eating lackey, so expect the worst. Maga minions gobble their trumpdawgs and praise their lord. One might as well rename "America". Call it "Titanic". The billionaires own the lifeboats. SOSO. Par for the course. Idiocracy is a one way ticket to hell on earth. But the magas have their trumpdawgs, yum yum good, and they are happy! I've got windows open to let in the cool morning air, and it is quite refreshing. Every day I see confirmation of the fact that this world is a clusterfuck. It has always been a clusterfuck and it always will be a clusterfuck, until it is finally uninhabitable, and that might come sooner than you might think. Much sooner than you might want to believe. Meanwhile, life goes on! Such as it is!

A BIG BANG in Israel? What are we to make of that?

Stronger Storms

 Again, a round of compact but powerful and destructive storms, not delivering much rain but with their cloud to ground lightening, they set wildfires and some have been very destructive. Canyon seems to have been hit, at least areas around Canyon. And the daily heat is edging here into triple digits. But at least mornings are cool. Drastic temperature spreads between morning lows and afternoon highs. I got more rain yesterday, just enough to water the lawn. And none of the damaging winds that other areas have seen. Late next week we catch a break on the temps as the high pressure dome shifts to the east. I would like to see Washington DC baking and breaking, our elected nitwits sweltering and sweating and panting for air. Smothered and suffocated.  

Reality Check

Storms!

 It was an evening of tiny storms! Outflow winds, rumbles of thunder! But not much rain. Maybe a light muddy sprinkle on a few scattered areas amounting to one or two square miles here and there, few and far between. But it was an odd end to an odd day, and today I see signs that there will be a celebration of some sort this weekend. What about, I wonder. China just recently got a piece of our asses, and Israel's dick was still sticking up in there, and that must have been awkward. But the minions are numb and dumb. You could cut off their dicks and serve them in hot dog buns and call it a trumpdawg and they'd eat it up with glee. "Hot damn! I got me a trumpdawg!" Don't get me started. Actually, I like the idea of a disciplined socialist state with a huge and very intelligent population eclipsing the "west" permanently. That might be the greatest gift maga jesus confers upon us, the final decline of the west and the end of Christendom. And many other things as well. I don't think the minions will notice. They'll be too busy chowing down on their trumpdawgs. I guess I'm in a bad mood because, although it looked a lot like rain yesterday, only nada did appear, in a cloud of dust. I might do a 180 tomorrow, if it would only rain. At least I still have my shaving mug, and my shaves are pure and good. And coffee. And wine. And books. And all these things and many another thing, are all pure and good. Seek you that which is pure and good! Rejoice in those things that are pure and good!