My Assumptions Were Validated

Our incoming trump is an illiterate, ADHD riddled, idiot. That is my assumption after talking with a friend who happens to be a Behavioral Scientist who seems to agree with me when I brought the subject up yesterday at lunch. She said if you follow his speech pattern when he changes the subject ever so slightly when faced with a difficult question that he doesn't understand, or the fact that trump will ad lib by way of adding his own words because the word on the teleprompter is too difficult to read, or misspells a simple word and has a limited vocabulary while tweeting. Then yeah. That validates my first thought about the incoming president. Other than that he's a spoiled 70ish man-child that will be the leader of the free world and we are going to be black sooty smudges one morning because he made China mad by poking the Panda a little too much.

Wet Dog Wednesday-Christmas Edition

This and That

Well, it's official. That dumbass trump won the electoral college yesterday so he is going to be the next president.  What makes me really pissed is that Texas was the icing on the cake. Yes, these Republican ass wiping rat bastards went and wrote him in. So! As of now, I will not recognize him as my president because he's going to probably kill us by provoking China. He will remain Trump, not Mr, not president, but just plain ol' trump.  Hell, I won't even capitalize his name. That's how I will refer to him when I blog about him, among other names. I will not be taking anything that portrays him in a bad light down off my blog. In fact, I will be adding all sorts of funny stuff when I find it. So if you are a trumpkin, too fucking bad. Suck it up snowflake, it's going to be a rough 4 years for you because there are lots of people that hate the commander in cheeto and I'm going to have some fun before he blasts the planet apart.

 This was a 1/2 hour after midnight.
You can see it's 68 in the house.

Yesterday, David had to take the batteries out of the weather unit that we have outside to measure the temperature. The indoor unit was saying that it was 131 degrees F. He ran out front to see if there was a fire on our front porch. Nah, not even. I wished he had taken pictures of the reading so I could show y'all. 

So, this morning, I went to see how cold it was and the reading said "0F." I told David that it's so cold out that the thermometer was reading "Oh Fuck." It was really about 26 degrees F. at that time. The second picture I took of the unit was at 10:16 this morning and it was 35 degrees F. It had warmed up a bit. It never got above 41 today. It is supposed to be the same in the morning again. Cold as fuck with wind chills reaching in the teens. This weather is crazy. It's supposed to be in the 60's and 70's next week.

Because of the cold weather I had to bring the flowers in early. I never worry about it getting cold like this until January. Anywho, my Mexican Sunset petunias are going crazy trying to figure out what to do. They crave light, so I'm going to have to drag out the bloom light and set them up in a closet somewhere so the light doesn't hurt anyone's eyes. Otherwise, the plants might go into some kind of shock. It get's very dark here even though we are in Texas. In our area, we have a lot of low clouds. off the Texas coast

I found these on Amazon. So cute!

I had a doctor's appointment about my joints getting real bad 2 weeks ago. He's trying me on several drugs to see what works best. So far it's nothing. Arthritic pain in my fingers, knuckles, wrists, and elbows are to the point that it may be awhile before you see anything during the day here on my blog. I'll try to post as early as I can, but it all depends on the weather and what new ploy I'm trying to loosen up my hands. I need to go find me some hand warming gloves with the fingers ends exposed. I gotta try something, so that's next.

HOW THE TRUMP STOLE AMERICA

Apologies to Dr. Suess

By John Pavlovitz

In a land where the states are united, they claim,
in a sky-scraping tower adorned with his name,
lived a terrible, horrible, devious chump,
the bright orange miscreant known as the Trump.

This Trump he was mean, such a mean little man,
with the tiniest heart and two tinier hands,
and a thin set of lips etched in permanent curl,
and a sneer and a scowl and contempt for the world.

He looked down from his perch and he grinned ear to ear,
and he thought, “I could steal the election this year!
It’d be rather simple, it’s so easily won,
I’ll just make them believe that their best days are done!
Yes, I’ll make them believe that it’s all gone to Hell,
and I’ll be Jerk Messiah and their souls they will sell.

And I’ll use lots of words disconnected from truth,
but I’ll say them with style so they won’t ask for proof.
I’ll toss out random platitudes, phrases, and such,
They’re so raised on fake news that it won’t matter much!
They won’t question the how to, the what, why, or when,
I will make their America great once again!”

The Trump told them to fear, they should fear he would say,
“They’ve all come for your jobs, they’ll all take them away.
You should fear every Muslim and Mexican too,
every brown, black, and tan one, everyone who votes blue.”

And he fooled all the Christians, he fooled them indeed,
He just trotted out Jesus, that’s all Jesus folk need.
And celebrity preachers they all crowned him as king,
Tripping over themselves just to kiss the Trump’s ring.

And he spoke only lies just as if they were true,
Until they believed all of those lies were true too.
He repeated and Tweeted and he blustered and spit,
And he mislead and fibbed—and he just made up shit.

And the media laughed but they printed each line,
thinking “He’ll never will win, in the end we’ll be fine.”
So they chased every headline, bold typed every claim,
‘Till the fake news and real news they looked just the same.

And the scared folk who listened, they devoured each word,
Yes, they ate it all up every word that they heard,
petrified that their freedom was under attack,
trusting Trump he would take their America back.
From the gays and from ISIS, he’d take it all back,
Take it back from the Democrats, fat cats, and blacks.
And so hook, line, and sinker they all took the bait,
all his lies about making America great.

Now the Pant-suited One she was smart and prepared,
she was brilliant and steady but none of them cared,
no they cared not to see all the work that she’d done,
or the fact they the Trump had not yet done thing one.

They could only shout “Emails!”, yes “Emails!” they’d shout,
because Fox News had told them—and Fox News had clout.
And the Pant-suited One she was slandered no end,
and a lie became truth she could never defend.
And the Trump watched it all go according to plan—
a strong woman eclipsed by an insecure man.

And November the 8th arrived, finally it came,
like a slow-moving storm but it came just the same.
And Tuesday became Wednesday as those days will do,
And the night turned to morning and the nightmare came true,
With millions of non-voters still in their beds,
Yes, the Trump he had done it, just like he had said.

And the Trumpers they trumped, how they trumped when he won,
All the racists and bigots; deplorable ones,
they crawled out from the woodwork, came out to raise Hell,
they came out to be hateful and hurtful as well.
With slurs and with road signs, with spray paint and Tweets,
with death threats to neighbors and taunts on the street.
And the grossest of grossness they hurled on their peers,
the Trump he said zilch—for the first time in years.

But he Tweeted at Hamilton, he Tweeted the Times,
And he trolled Alec Baldwin a few hundred times,
and he pouted a pout like a petulant kid,
thinking this is what Presidents actually did,
thinking he could still be a perpetual jerk,
terrified to learn he had to actually work,
work for every American, not just for a few,
not just for the white ones—there was much more to do.
He now worked for the Muslims and Mexicans too,
for the brown, black, and tan ones, and the ones who vote blue.
They were all now his bosses, now they all had a say,
and those nasty pant-suited ones were here to stay.
And the Trump he soon realized that he didn’t win,
He had gotten the thing—and the thing now had him.

And it turned out the Trump was a little too late,
for America was already more than quite great,
not because of the sameness, the opposite’s true,
It’s greatness far more than just red, white, and blue,
It’s straight, gay, and female—it’s Gentile and Jew,
It’s Transgender and Christian and Atheist too.
It’s Asians, Caucasians of every kind,

The disabled and abled, the deaf and the blind,
It’s immigrants, Muslims, and brave refugees,
It’s Liberals with bleeding hearts fixed to their sleeves.
And we are all staying, we’re staying right here,
and we’ll be the great bane of the Trump for four years.
And we’ll be twice as loud as the loudness of hate,
be the greatness that makes our America great.

And the Trump’s loudest boasts they won’t ever obscure,
over two million more of us—voted for her.

Religion in a Nutshell

Wrapping A Different Way

I was looking at some Youtube videos and found this one on how you can wrap your Yule presents Japanese "speed wrap" style. I tried it and the Yule presents for David and my step-daughter look so much nicer. You have to try it just once. You'll be amazed at how nice the wrapping looks.

Canada Eh?

Wet Cat Wednesday