Here it is. The jokes wear thin, even for me. All I expect anyone to see is a simple improvisation that works quite well, for what it is. The brush is very old, acetate plastic, real hair. The mug has a lot of soap in it, and at my age, that'll probably last the rest of my life.
At a press conference yesterday we learned from the top turd in the outhouse that the US military has destroyed Venezuela's navy and air force and ballistic missiles! Venezuela no longer controls the Strait of Hormuz! Mutt Rubio and another dunce sat in silence, listening "soberly" to the wonderful news. Cheers in magaland! We won! That certainly brightened my day. And the weather even looks fine. Rain for the weekend is still in the forecast, too. Brains of slush and brains of mush march on, off to a grand and glorious victory. And soon I will reveal my shaving mug, and even the brush I use, an old one, with genuine hog bristles, and even the soap with which I create the lather with which I shave. Yes, all of these. At any rate, that's what most people will see, but some few exceptional ones will see much more. It's kind of humid, so even though it is not all that hot by the thermometer the humidity makes it a bit uncomfortable, but if we must have that humidity in order to have that rain, then let humidity reign. I would gladly say that again, too. Unfortunately mosquitoes have made their appearance too. If we had only two mosquitoes, why, they would be spread so thin that there might as well be none, but in fact, their numbers are far greater and they grow fat on human blood, much like the average billionaire, growing fat on human blood. Sometimes metaphorically, but all too often in the literal sense. Vampirism and cannibalism as well as many other horrors and unspeakable perversions are available to the very, very, wealthy, and don't think for an instant that they don't indulge. They don't call them the Epstein class for nothing. No wonder, in magaland, they have so much admiration for such creatures.
It was kind of nice, over the Memorial Day weekend, to have had more lies and bullshit from the outhouse. Peace negotiations. An agreement within days or even hours! Same old crap from the same old liars. How Marco "Mutt" Rubio can keep repeating the same bullshit, over and over, and keep a straight face, puzzles me. He can't be that stupid. Stupid, yes, but not THAT stupid. I guess it's all for the benefit of the moron minions, who can't seem to remember anything that anyone said or promised from one week to the next. And I did predict that any agreement would be a farce, and not worth its weight in toilet paper, because the Israel First crowd, and Bibi "the butcher" would never accept it. Donnie Boy gets pushed this way and that way, and dithers, and lies, and get confused, and runs scared, and it's really pathetic. So remember the good old days, when folks would gather around a steel enameled basin of hot water, pour in the BABO, that foaming cleanser, and bend over it, head to head, ears cocked, for the gentle murmurings of bursting bubbles of foam, and then cry out: "It speaks to me! It's ALIVE, I tell you! It's ALIVE!" And they would do the same with their cereals, to hear the snap and crackle and pop, and then they would proclaim the same, and be sore amazed and overcome with nature's bounty and the goodness of the land-- THEIR land. Their America. And they swore no allegiance to any land but their own. This was long before the era of Israel First. Someone I know recently asked me how to distinguish a Jew from a Zionist. I could not answer. She told me, Jews worship God, and Zionists worship DIRT. I was shocked. I was horrified. I wanted to rush right out and find me a time machine, so that I might return to the old days of simple pleasures, even if those pleasures did involve wife-swapping orgies. It's what they did back in the day, when they weren't playing with household cleaning products or zoning out on Carter's Little Pills. We will never know such innocence again.
A 90% chance of rain today and flash flooding is possible. We do so need that rain. so let it fall. It is very cloudy this morning, and cool again. The air smells of rain, and that is swell. All weekend long my thoughts turned to the simple and innocent past, when, for entertainment, families would gather around the kitchen table with soda straws and Carter's Little Pills. They would insert the pills into one end of their straws, and watch with glee as they rolled out the other end. They would laugh and sing and do it again and again until their tummies ached and their eyes filled with tears. And they could cure their aching tummies with the very pills that entertained them so! Those were the years! And after an orgy of wife swapping they could scrub off the sweat and "gum" with BABO the foaming cleanser! And when instant cameras, those Polaroid Land cameras appeared, why, the first thing folks did was manufacture their very own pornography! Those wife swapping orgies took on a new dimension, as precious memories could be saved in a book of pages, photo albums chock full of bare flesh and numerous sex acts all documented for posterity. KING BOMBAR bath oil beads provided the lubrication. The good times flowed then, in America. And the pleasures were simple. It is not like that today, not at all.
It was a warm day yesterday and a cool evening, which made for a good time on the patio with my wine and friends. This day dawns quite cool for this time of the season, but sunny. We have a bit of a breeze, which is welcome, but not enough to extend that flag, to make it stick out and flap around, and in any case that flag has deep sentimental value and I want it to last and last. I will NOT expose it to the elements. I will keep it safe and in its accustomed place. I can see it there, and that is what counts. The rest of you can stick your red white and blue arses in the air, for all I care. Do what thou wilt. Let that be the law. Reason under will. Let THAT be the whole of the law. We appear to not be living in an age of reason. That makes things less than orderly. More order. Order pleasures me. And rain chances will be quite good Tuesday and Wednesday. I look back to the glorious day of this country's past when products like BABO the Foaming Cleanser, Carter's Little Pills, and KING BOMBAR BATHOIL BEADS were household names. Glory days they were indeed. What one might give, eh, for the return of BABO! I fear that no amount of Foaming Cleanser will wash away our sins. I fear we fall under the harsh judgement and fearsome eye of KING BOMB-BAR! He hath but the one eye, but he seeith right well with it, with beams that come out of it, not beans but beams, harsh as any gigawatt laser, to fry the pants off of those who stray. Oh, you might well pray, for beans, but beans you will not get, but rather the beams that fry your pants off.
I woke up in the dark, in the night, to flashes of lightening and thunder. I went right back to sleep. Cool and damp and cloudy this morning after yet another shower of rain, the best kind. Rain chances improve Monday and Tuesday. I might not put up the flag tomorrow, lest it be desecrated by raindrops. And I don't fancy dashing outside several times to lower it as it starts to rain and raise it again when the rain halts, and in and out and up and down, until it all comes to resemble a farce. We don't want flag etiquette to become a farce, do we? And I don't want it to stay outside in the rain and get all droopy and flaccid. Better to keep it safely indoors, all warm and dry and cozy. So I accomplished quite a lot yesterday. Many tasks completed. I'm experimenting with Tai Chi moves combined with dynamic tension. That Charles Atlas thing. Surprisingly strenuous. I did some of that after weights. It might be better to use that before the weights, as a kind of warm-up. Well, it sure looks as though it could rain again this afternoon. We sure do need it. The playa lakes are still too low.
A fine morning! A thunderstorm east of us provided cool outflow winds and dark clouds and distant rumbles. It was good to be on the patio with my wine, surrounded by lush vegetation, in privacy, and savor the outdoors. And this morning it was partly cloudy, and quite cool, and it seems that mild temperatures and pleasant breezes will be with us, and chances for similar storms this evening are good. One goes ah. And two go ah ah, and so on. Ah ah ah. Can you have too many? I think not. I did well in the gym yesterday, too. Strength gains at my age are gratifying. I was gratified.
It was cool and wet yesterday morning and this morning it is cool and damp. Much better than having scorching heat and ultra dry air, let me tell you. Yes, this could be a very nice Memorial Day weekend. There is even talk of a peace deal but make no mistake, Israel will sabotage any such deal. Chosen people my arse. Ancient tribal myths need to die. Priestly propaganda. Self-aggrandizing fantasy. These things have no place in modern society. Not that modern society is such a grand thing. It certainly does not need to be contaminated with superstition. Of any sort. Of any variety. The less tribalism the better The less nationalism the better. It's like, we're all one. Can you dig it, man! HAHAHAHAH! Human nature guarantees human extinction. It's baked into the hodgepodge that evolution built. Animals with pretensions and illusions are still animals, live as animals, die as animals, and rot as animals. Be kind to animals.
We are not cursed, apparently. At least, not yet. It was a GOOD rain. Today it is cool and humid so far, and very cloudy. Chances of rain are diminished but not zero. It feels good. It feels fine. In my local reality everything lines up. The lines of sight are clear. I have but one important task today, and after that the rest is gravy. The rest looks to be easy. The weekend might not be dreary, and perhaps even cheery. It could be a time to make merry. And still, it is the month of Mary! Hot diggety dawg, as they exclaim in the land of Nod. Close up all of your eyes real tight, and you might see God. And if not that, then a dog will do.
Lucky you.
If we don't get rain today I might conclude that we are cursed! At any rate, the break in the heat is really neat. Memorial Day weekend might be quite nice here. I won't travel. I never do anymore. And with gas prices the way they are. Nice to know that for a certain billionaire, those increased gas and food prices are "peanuts". Truly a man of the people. A man who cares. NOT!
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.
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.
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!
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.
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 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.
