As the Holidays of 2020 recede into the distance will someone please imPEACH dat piece of tchit** [and try him and his enablers for treason] NOW? Unfortunately, not likely;

that woulda worked under the ‘old’ laws [and Constitution] but we’re under new rules and the side making them only abides by them as long as they damage the other.  Side, whatever

…so, under skies best characterized as “waiting for rain” while lurching toward an alleged

inauguration the Trumpster Shitshow Roadshow rolls on, traumatizing all media in its path.  Hard to believe, impossible to countenance but that’s America fer ya in the 21st century.

The light’s still nice though…

We remained waiting for rain as Monday’s anticipated Category 2 storm delivered not much

beyond Tuesday morning’s fog and geese which led into a late starting not particularly

productive day as once the fog burned off the weather was utterly boring

though the spectacle of Kimberly Guilfoyle warming up a peachy crowd in Georgia to welcome her boyfriend, the “Great Patriot” Donnie ll, livened things up by being deeply frightening.

It did make me wonder whether all Trump women are required to sleep with a trapezoid in their mouths to maintain that signature shape…but the predictably strident tone and the “Keep the White House” rant were typical of what I can only hope is the shitshow roadshow in its death throes, though with Scotland refusing entry to his golfing goofball dad and even Florida expressing doubts I guess they’re all kind of desperate.  As well they should be.

But desperate or not they got their wish; it may be death throes but the White Lies Matter million yahoos march, mobbing the Capitol wrapped in Trump, American and Confederate flags chanting “Trump Won” and “No More Bullshit” created what the TeeVee called a “delicate situation for law enforcement” as the million yahoos are of course overwhelmingly white. Had they been black the cops would have known exactly what to do…but black people tend to be better behaved than Trump’s legions even without the benefit, as seen last summer, of a massively Proactive Police/National Guard Presence in DC.  Rather unlike today where the few obsequious bro-cops in attendance courteously opened barricades for the throng and invited them in.

Every time I see those faggotty silken TrumPence flags I just want to vomit…same for all the other flags these raving dipshits wave around…but there they are, exercising their first Amendment Rights, god bless ’em, and getting martyred in the process. Not while sitting in their apartments in clear view of “peace” officers, however, but a boogaloo martyr’s a better martyr, right?

Outside, in the world, the skies were clear and the views pristine as ever; whatever tomorrow

brings twenty-five years ago today we lured way more people than we anticipated

two hours off the Nevada Interstate

for a Wedding*** fondly remembered, and just in time as many who were there are now gone. This year we celebrated in the library with passionfruit tarts from One House and the last of the Christmas lights…banishing the shitshow roadshow from our minds for at least a little bit as we revisited and recollected that fortuitous day.

 

*Since upstaged by the twit’s many inciteful communications with his adoring followers throughout the sixth.  Talk about impeachable! I mean, who even remembers the prez and his lawyer’s threatening a governor to ‘find’ him 11,000 votes?

**ref. “Scarface”, Brian de Palma, 1983. The character Tony, after promising a rival drug dealer he wouldn’t hurt him, turns to his accomplice Manolo and says “Ay Manny, tchoot dis piece of tchit”. One could hope for a Floridian Trump denoument similar to the one at the end of the movie [actually filmed in Santa Barbara] but as the saying goes, “You’re no Tony Montana, Mr. President”.  Something more humiliating than a bloodbath would be appropriate at this stage and anyway Florida apparently doesn’t want him, either. From today’s evidence lots of people do and they can have him; he can freaking have THEM too.

***Which could, weather depending, have been life-threatening but wasn’t.  We were lucky all around, and remain so.