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!

Hot Dry Windy

 Hot dry windy and overcast. Odd quality to the light today. An odd ambience.  A day with a quality of strangeness. Sometimes I like that sort of day and sometimes I do not. I have not made my mind up about this day. The world seems fragile on a day like this, and reality seems to be on the edge of a precipice. I've done what little I had to do today and the rest of the day is mine. I try to relax, I try to not worry. On such a day the illusion of control is especially thin, the walls between worlds seem less than substantial.

And yet, and yet, my shaves remain very satisfying, and the ritual is comforting. Some day you shall see, that of which I have spoken! You shall see and you shall believe! SOME day! Some DAY! But today everything seems as shaky as the Wimberly Dam. 

Flying Saucers

 These UFO dumps are pure garbage. But i guess they make a good distraction. It will be very hot now. Hot and dry. The heat sets in early this year. I remember the Bicentennial. I remember best of all the Viking Mars landers. Now THAT was exciting. The rest of it I dismissed as nationalistic swill. And that is precisely what it was. And that is what "250" will be. Unless the festive spirits encounter some sort of obstacle. Empty shelves? Fuel shortages? Gasoline hard to find and hard to afford? Diesel even pricier and even scarcer? Massive casualties? Chaos and catastrophe? Tough to say. None of those things would surprise me. Even SOSO would be nothing to celebrate. In order to celebrate, it will probably be necessary to indulge in fantasy. And I'm sure the corporate media machine will be happy to provide the requisite fantasy. 

By golly! I managed to get a photo of a crashed flying saucer!

Trump Visits China

This is the sort of analysis that the minions are too dense to understand.