Thursday, September 27, 2018


I predict that the rethuglicans will squish like squish and vote against Trump's nominee.
God damned squish that they are. It's kind of a relief that McCain is no longer there to lead the proud herd of squish to the left and into the never ending tar pit of republican despair.

I have npr on the tv with a presenter aping some female traits but with hair shorter than mine leading a soliloquy about just how awful that Kavanaugh person is, must be, shall be, remains.

Oddly enough, I have absolutely no desire to turn up the sound and hear the learned commentary.

Oh, and Happy Birthday!

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