Teh Squeaky Wheel
Happy Sneaky Puppy Friday, Wheelizens!
I didn’t watch the entirety of Kavanugh’s portion of yesterday’s Circus of Shame; didn’t need the extra aggravation. Don’t blame him for being furious; I kind of wish he’d literally gotten in the faces of everyone on the Judicial Committee.
Also disgusted that shit-weasel Graham’s being praised by so many righty pundits for “getting mad”; it’s all fucking theater from oath-breaking vermin on both sides of the aisle. The new GOP budget is getting us further into hock and more than three decades after the skank-ass GOP promised Reagan they’d fix our southern border in return for his signing the shamnesty bill, the problem’s worse than ever.
Too bad both parties can’t have their treasonous asses handed to them in November.
To riff off of Sven: nearly our entire Congress deserves to be found floating in rivers. We told King George and the British empire to fuck off for far less than our own Congress does to us on a daily basis. Sad!
Did someone say sneaky puppy?
It’s good to see you, sir!
How are you and your family?
Hi Paddy! Blame Mac -- he caught me posting inappropriate material and catted me out.
We’re hanging in there. My dad finished a full course of chemo for three spots on his lungs, and it shrank them all. He’s on another course, at a much lower dose, which we hope will result in no ER visits; the last round hit him with a-fib, bleeding, and clotting. He’s tired but in good spirits, and feisty for 81. My mom’s doing okay, starting to show forgetfulness and scary driving. My brother lives with them and my sister a few minutes away so they’re keeping an eye out. Honey is enjoying community college courses like ceramics; we’re giving out a lot of home-made Christmas gifts this year.
Happy Friday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa!
I watched a couple of videos of portions of the hearings, but that was all -- no time, nor stomach for more. At choir rehearsal last night I heard a few people spouting the Leftists’ talking points -- the GOP are giving every high school boy license to sexually assault girls. I almost left, but thankfully rehearsal started and I could let go of my anger and disgust for a few hours.
On the positive side, Mrs. Paddy flies in late tonight.
A slow slow slow day at teh wheel -- hello Paddy and Fatwa!
I’m feeling that the dreaded “scope creep” will be hitting Washington sooner later than later.
It already has. The lawyer for the Democrats Dr. Edsel has already called for no limit on the time or scope of the investigation.
Several years ago, me and my cousin were drinking and talking about our bad luck with women. My cousin came up with what should have been (if it wasn’t) our family motto. To wit “We’re Bonk men -- we ain’t too bright.”
Because I’m a giver, I now pass on the Bonk family motto to the Republican party.
Speaking of my cousin, he also gave me some more great advice as to how to know if your marriage is in trouble -- and he was an expert on that subject having been married 4 times by the time he kicked the bucket.
“How do you know if your marriage is in trouble? Well, if your hear her in the other room and your first thought is ‘What’s that dumb c**t up to now’, that’s a good clue that something might not be right and one that you shouldn’t ignore.”
That’s some Grade-A, Prime advice, right there!
I blame Sulla for this!
Doesn’t seem like something I’d do. Just sayin’.
Ya, that will sell.
It’s well established that I’m a dog man.
A sneaky puppy man!
Only a puppeh would create such an annoying cat video.
Or share it.