YesterdayI thought I had my in person follow up with my new PCP and discovered I was off a day (after trying and failing to book a taxi.) Hopefully I can make it today. We shall see.
Heck, I could have told this. You probably could have also. If you ae depending on someone to keep a promise, just “in writing” isn’t enough. It has to be signed under oath, witness, and certified or notsrized by someone legally authorized to certify or notarized. And you, the person who is requiring it, are the person who gets yto keep the original = the signator may keep a copy only. That’s just for starters – I’m not trying to imply that Joyce’s explanation isn’t fuller – becuse it is.
Wolves and Sheep addresses the war and how the Mango Moron’s decision-making habits are affecting it – and other things he touches.
Talking Points Memo in how Markwayne Mullen is seeking and finding people to prosecute under the anti-Antifa executive order.
Yesterday was not one of my best days. I had an appointment and had to cancel it because I couldn’t find my car keys. I still haven’t found them, and I have another appointment today which is going to be a lot harder to reschedule if I don’t find them. I know they’re here – somewhere.
Allison Gill has not been one of my favorite people on Substack. I’ve watched videos of hers because of the people she makes them with. But with this, she has earned an upgrade. Hanky alert.
The F*ing News covers a range of subjects here, so you may want to skim it. There will likely be at least one deserving a closer look.
Remember the days of the 50’s, 50’s and 70’s, when we still had Congresses that would write and pass legislation? And Presidents who would sign them? The Tangerine Torturer might want to change his name to 00Trump – since he now want the courts to give him a license to kill.
Yesterday, Trinette was by and I think we had even more fun than usual. And got more done. This week I have one or two medical appointments and an appointment for my exterminator to come and check that all is still going well (which I think and hope is the case.)
My Attorney General (God willing and the creek don’t rise, my next governor) will be (by the time you see this is) on to this like ugly on Stephen Miller. I can’t guarantee he and we will win – but I believe the Apricot Antichrist is zero for twenty.
The same is true for Latinos, Asians, Pacific Islanders, People from the Middle East, Native Americans, anyone who speaks American English with an accent, and women of any color or origin. Add all those groups together and you come up with a commanding majority (which doesn’t actually command anything – but should.)
Archived from Huff Post, and it certainly buttresses the point of the previous article, doesn’t it. This is why we can’t have nice things.
Yesterday,the radio opera was “L’Eliser d’Amore” (“The Love Potion) by Gaetano Donizetti. It’s a comedy, and not just because it has a happy ending. It premiered in 1832 abd kas kiterakky never been out of the repertory. Normally, I’m not crazy about productions which change the time or the country an opera is set in – because there’s always something that doesn’t fit the history and/or culture of the new setting) – but, years ago (so many years that I was not yet married) a production was televised set in the 1860’s in the American southwest in the 1860s – and it was spooky how well it fit. The southwest did not have peasants – but it did have cowboys. And it had traveling snale oil salesmen. And there was a war on. (And of course, a young woman who owns a farm or a ranch could be just about anywhere, any time.) Since then, I have never heard it without remembering that production. (And it didn’t hurt that the tenor was very easy on the eyes.)
I would never have thought of this, but I’m glad someone did. (I did think of taking bayyet to address balance issues – and it worked – but didn’t last because I didn’t keep it up. Marine bases didn’t have barres installed then – and I’d be very surprised if they do even now.)
This chick is lucky to be a penguin – it it were an animal which could be cuddled gy humans, it would be cuddled within an inch of its life, it’s so adorable. (No disrespect is meant by calling it “it” – penguins cannot be gendered by humans visually, and it needs to be old enough for a blood test to check its DNA, and it isn’t yet.)
This is long for a Sunday, and it’s also not yet actual good news but potential good news. But, having spent a couple of years as a regular visitor to a couple where the wife had advanced Parkinson’s, it hits home to me.
Yesterday, Malcolm described the Iran War situation as one of two things: either all combatants (and non-combatants, including some new ones) think the war is a game of Risk – or they think it is a Tom Clancy novel. I’m not familiar with either the game or the author’s works – but it doesn’t sound good. Also, he put out a second show, a special edition – mostly about a newly resuscitated 500-year-old territorial dispute between Spain and Morocco for part of the Sahara. NO ONE HAS INVADED SPAIN. Although the Evil Emperor clearly wants to take down the government of Spain.
This is long – and it’s going to be even longer, because it’s a series. It will be coming out on Fridays, which means you will be seeing it on Satirdays – unless you subscribe to Robert Reich‘s Substack yourself. Someof it may well bore you – because it is fundamental, and y’all are already up on foundations. But it’s still good to look at them from a different angle. I do take issue with his statement that economics are not separate from politics. He sees them as two sides of the coin. I see them as married – with no reason why they can’t divorce and marry something else.
From The Conversation. I know that I want the truth from news sources – whether that truth is excellent, horrifying, or anything in between. I’m inclined to think that may well have been influenced by the fact that my recreational reading, from age 8 up, was authors like Agatha Christie, Erle Stanley Gardner, Rex Stout, and Ellery Queen – adding in my teens Ngaio Marsh, Matjorie Allingham, Josephine Tey, and too many more to list here. But that might be just my imagination. I really so not understand people who either don’t care whether what they believe is true or not – or who will embrace anything as truth because they want it to be true. And it boggles my mind how many of them there are.
I finally got Drop Site News sending to my new email address. My bad, I should have done it sooner. This is quite a story. Apparently the Mango Monster has gotten a bee in his bonnet about a Russian spy station which used to exist, but was closed in the early oughts and pretty well demolished. The site now has a school. I am still trying to wrap my head around as to why Russians would call a spy station in a Spanish-speaking country “Lourdes”. Saint Bernadette might has thoughts about that. Anyway, after the Soviet one was demolished, a Chinese one went in to a completely different area. All this and more is at the link, including a couple of supplemental videos.
Atlanta Black Star weekly puts together a column called “The Narrative, which matches up news stories with a common theme – which may or may not be obvious
Yesterday, I ranted about what the Do”J” is doing trying to convict Comey. Today, I learned Glenn Kirschner is even more pissed than I am. (He described the credibility of an anonymous witness mentioned in the prsecution documents as “lower than whale shit.” I might just add, inmy own experience between 50 and 60 years ago – we did use the tern “86.” It meant to “throw out” as one would a useless piece of paper into a wastebasket. That’s all.
Well, this is interesting (referred by Dose of Democracy). It does go along with his support of Native Americans, which has been consistent and pretty much passionate – and which is the reason I’ve been saying “If we must have one far-right justice on the Court, let it be Gorsuch.”
Apparently ProPublica has learned that there is something else that AI is food for – it can find bugs in software faster than Microsoft can fix them.
The Conversation addresses a case in the Texas court system which could change our national definition of the word “terrorism.” I’m not comfortable with it – the possible change reminds me of the McCarthy era -which resulted in entire generations thinking they know what “communism” is – and being wrong.
Yesterday, I didn’t do much other than wade through email. Virgil called, which was nice. I did get some knitting done. Today’s pet video is another spliced one – which I will be calling a 2-fer.
From ProPublica. You can talk about unintended consequences – and I am pretty sure this was not intended – but the Mango Moron and the desoicable Russell Voght probably both see it as a feature, not a bug.
From Adam Klasfeld. This pisses me off royally. Yrd, every profession, including medicine, contains people who, though highly educates, are dumber than rocks. (And no amount of intelligence guarantees courage comes with it.) Anthony Fauci is not merely an intelligent MD; he is also a fighter and a hero. And he’s older than I am – and under this stress is beginning to look it. This persecution needs to end – yesterday.
Talking Points Memo: James Comey is far from perfect – but he doesn’t deserve this. The detail that made me curse out loud was that,on a trip with his wife, they made a stop at the grave of their son who dies when still an infant. Thhey were under (illegal) surveillance the entire time. The in-person surveillance lost track of him, but the electronic surveillance picked it up and went there after the Comeys left – and took a photo of the flowers they left at the grave.
