STILL In That Garden

What better place to be?

These barn cats seem to like it.

The finches like it.

It can't be that bad. It took all sorts of garden fencing to secure the birds from the cats, but it worked. 

Garden Garden

The Blogger interface is changing and I've found that I can't create a new page in the new interface. What a piece of shit.  Speaking of pieces of shit, Herman Cain attends a Trump rally in Tulsa, and now he's dead of COVID. Speaks volumes, doesn't it? Now Herman is great! Like America! Maybe Louie "Goober" Gohmert is headed for similar greatness. Make ALL dumb people great! And The Goober must be among the dumbest of the dumb.

You also have to wonder about the people who've voted for him. Is there no bottom?

At least there are places in the boonies where one can escape. The only good places in the world are very far from the human name and the human game. By the way, Trump's Texas event was heartening. I do enjoy seeing a lot of his supporters gathered together in one place, close, and not wearing masks. The more they spread COVID among themselves, the more likely they are to find that greatness. Yes, let them FIND that greatness! Do it soon! Be great! Like Herman Cain. Greatness awaits!

Ah, The Garden!

Louie "Goofus" Gohmert has tested positive. He should have spent more time in a garden, or wearing a mask. 

But that's his problem. I hope he has fun with his illness. In the worst "best" case, I could say good riddance. But that's kind of mean. I won't do that. Whatever happens to him is OK with me. Meanwhile...

 I have not heard much about Brazil's president lately, who tested positive and vowed to dose up on snake oil. Is he recovered? Or even still alive? 

Lot's more garden to go. Still trying to avoid the winning and the greatness. Too much of that going around as well.

Some More Garden

Sometimes I use the garden to escape from all the "greatness" the loony toon buffoon has bestowed upon us. One can only stomach so much of that "greatness". 

Our dearly  beloved leader flails like a decapitated chicken, and greatness splatters everything.

Ahhh! Greatness! So great. 

Hard To Keep The Garden Alive

Watering just won't cut it when it's this hot and this dry, for so long. Of course, nature doesn't give a crap about my garden, just as it didn't give a crap about that idiot trumptard wall-- Hanna blew a chunk of it down. Good work, there. Nature has no respect for fools and the work of fools. Of course, nature has no respect for anything, really. Confronting the forces of nature, humanity is roadkill. Good to know. 

Stay healthy. 

Well, more of this still go go, and maybe soon I can get some more pics of other stuff.