I had to come in and take a rest, so thought I would ramble a little bit. Had a cord of firewood delivered on Saturday and today is such a beautiful, warm day, I wanted to take advantage of it and start the stacking process. The firewood rack is 100 feet from the pile, of course, so I have to load the wheelbarrow, push it to the rack and then stack. You start feeling your age after about 15 trips. Oh well, you can never have enough firewood, wine, or woodworking clamps, so it’s worth the sweat. The weather has been so cold, we’ve had a fire in the wood stove just about every night. Hopefully that will change starting this week.
The missus and I had a great day yesterday with daughter Jen, son-in-law Bill, and grand dog Charlie at their house for a combined Mother’s Day and Father’s Day barbeque. We’ve only been able to see them twice since the “stay at home” recommendation went into place, so it was good to spend time together. Yellow lab Charlie wears me out playing “fetch,” but since we haven’t been to the gym, the workout was good for me.
Like I insinuated in my post Saturday, tRump’s world is all of a sudden “blowing up” or “going to hell,” however you want to look at it. The narcissist who listens to no one because he knows it all and is superior to everyone, got a bigly reality check on Saturday night in Tulsa. The reality is that a number of his previous supporters are now “on to him.” They’re smart enough to know this coronavirus is not over, like Trump has been saying, and they are thinking, “Man, he doesn’t care about my health and safety.” “Sign a waiver to not sue him if I get the coronavirus after attending his cult gathering?” “He said the economy will be the greatest it has ever been and I would see my financial situation reap the rewards.” “Maybe the generals and Bolton are right. This guy doesn’t give a rat’s ass about America and our democratic principles.” “He seems to care more about the White Supremacists and the gun-toting crowd than trying to work on the racial divide.” “Maybe he isn’t as smart as he says he is. Ya know, when my 10 year old son talks he sounds smarter than Trump.” “Geez, when my kid lies, I whip his ass. I’m startin’ to wonder about all this here lyin’ from our president.” I don’t want to say that he’s “done with,” especially after the 2016 election, but it sure looks like he’s digging a deeper hole every day, and it’s going to become difficult to dig out of it. Does this look like a man who thinks he is the most adored super leader in the world, specimen of health, critic of Joe Biden’s age and mental acuity, playboy extraordinaire? I don’t think so.
Just saw that two more of the Trump campaign staff have the coronavirus. That’s up two more from the six on Friday. Now you do know that their boss has stated that the coronavirus, or “Kung Flu” virus as he describes it, has been eradicated, right? We’ll keep checking the data over the next 14 days for positive cases in and around Tulsa following the Saturday night Trumpster party and the Trumpanzees flaunting no masks. “Hell no, I ain’t wearin’ no liberal, pansy ass mask. Make America Great Again!” And what was that s**t about “telling my people to slow down the testing.”
Okay, I need to move on and enjoy another hour of a beautiful evening up on the mountain. Keep smilin’. There is hope out there. Wash your hands frequently, wear your mask proudly, socially distance, and if you encounter someone not wearing one — walk up to them meekly and then in your loudest voice behind your mask, yell “hey dumb f**k you got s**t for brains!!!” No, just kidding. Don’t do that. The missus won’t go shopping with me anymore, because that’s what I do. Don’t do what Ziggyman does. Be nice. Ziggyman
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