One Positive Side Effect of Decades of Republican Fuckery

One of the best things about the young new crop of Democrats coming of age and hopefully sweeping into power is that they are of the age that NONE of them were alive in the mythical age of a functional congress. These kids, at their oldest, were teens during the Clinton years, so when Chris Matthews gets has a couple drinks before his show and starts bloviating about how Tip O’Neill and Reagan were best buds they look at him like he is talking about iceboxes, carbon copies, clickers, or other shit from when gram and gramps were kids.

All they have ever seen is Republican fuckery, from Clinton being impeached for a blowjob to the Brooks Brothers riot in 2000 throughout the entire Obama Presidency and now the reign of Prince Clusterfuck. They are under no fucking illusion that you can reach across the aisle and deal with these shitheads.

Hopefully they will come to town and just burn shit down. The Republicans only understand brute force. Let’s give them some.

Happy Friday

It’s 90000 degrees with 200% humidity, my pc blew up, and I think I am getting an ear infection. Going to go watch Jack Ryan on Amazon Prime and I just hope he kills a lot of people because that is how I feel.

Open Thread

It’s just a fucking avalanche of shit, isn’t it? I’ve started like five posts today on different wretched things that are happening and I just want to write EVERYTHING IS FUCKING AWFUL and say to hell with it.

Another Good Report from the Vet

Lily and I just got home from the vet, and the doctor is very pleased with her results, all the numbers are where they should be, she is back up finally to 18.5 lbs, her platelet count is still a touch high but dropping and we are now down to a 1/4 pill every other day of prednisone and will be done with it totally in two weeks, and they said she was playful and perkier than normal. Our customary post chemo front yard picture:

The ride was nice- still hot as hell but the skies were blue and the roads clear, and I listened to Section 80 on the way up and To Pimp a Butterfly on the way back, and stopped by Costco while Lily was being treated. I had to have words with a man at the vet hospital, though, so the trip wasn’t completely pleasant. Some large man (prolly two inchers taller than me with the same girth) who was easily in his late 50’s- had short white hair in a buzz cut, was getting a coffee at the coffee stand, and he turned around abruptly and bumped into a woman walking to the bathroom and spilled hot coffee on himself. She immediately apologized even though he was as much to blame or more, and then started bitching about “stupid fucking people” and cussing up a storm. I just blurted out “I’ll take stupid over loud and obnoxious,” and he sized me up and then simmered down. One of these days I’m going to get shot, but everyone else was just sitting there letting it happen. Home team needed a time out.

Just no reason for that kind of behavior. He knows he’s a large man and he was intentionally having a fit to intimidate that little woman. Made me think of Pink Floyd- “and it’s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around, so have a good drown, as you go down, all alone” which is ironically from the song Dogs.

At any rate, uneventful otherwise. Picked up a new hose to replace the one that broke the other day, and I’m going to take a nap until it cools down a little and go out and putz around the back yard.

Speaking of large, loud men, Ed Schultz has died at the age of 64.

Late Night Mockery Open Thread: The Young & the Beautiful!!!

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Late Night Open Thread: “As I Am Now, You Soon Shall Be… “

I’m in a mood where this actually made me laugh…

… because it reminded me of the old epitaph that ends …”Prepare for death, and follow me.”

Don’t intend to have a headstone myself, but if I did, it would be more like this:

Reader, pass on! Don’t waste your time
On bad biographer and bitter rhyme;
For what I am, this crumbling stone ensures,
And what I was is no concern of yours.

My Healthy Fucking Dogs are Driving Me Insane

Sorry to every front pager I am stepping on, but I need to vent. Here is the portrait of an angel:

You’d think, given what she is going through and has gone through the past few weeks, she would be the one to act up. But no, even with cancer, going through chemo, she is a perfect angel. She quietly relaxes, she follows me from room to room and lies down and gazes at me, she goes downstairs and suns herself on the back porch. She is magnificent (although I will note with the meds and rich food she is now producing mustard gas and dutch ovened me in bed so much I woke from a dead sleep from the odor that made it through a sleep apnea mask and its filters. Sweet mother of everything holy it was bad).

The other two, however:

I mean, just nonstop dickishness. This morning I put them both out back and blocked the doggie door with a stool so I could give Lily her meds (two pills, two eyedroppers) without Thurston pushing her out of the way at the last minute so I shoot the liquid in her face instead of her mouth, and the two of them headbutted the god damned door for five minutes. Just the worst.

And it’s not a matter of them needing attention. Rosie has never liked unsolicited attention. I don’t recall if I have ever discussed this in detail, but Rosie was a very abused dog before she got me, so she has some unique issues. She still eats lying down because she was clearly crated the majority of the time, and she can not be a lapdog because she just shakes and is nervous. Additionally, I think the previous monster who had her before used to be nice then hit her, so when you are petting her and being sweet, she can all of a sudden turn into a monster and start snarling and growling and snapping. It’s nothing you can train away, her wires just get crossed because she was so abused. She’s not aggressive in the sense that she goes after people or other animals, but she can just get mixed up when yo uare petting her. So she wants attention, but it is kind of like a lot of cats- “mm yes pet the belly, pet the belly FUCK YOU I WILL END YOU SNARL HISS BITE.” She also has bad hips, so if you walk by her and get to close she will go from sound asleep to Snarls Barkley. It’s just who she is, although she is 1000% better than the first year I had her.

Thurston is just an attention seeking asshole, always has been, always will be, and wants to be an only dog. The dick. That’s all I have to say about that.

Regardless, I still love them both and they are getting lots of treats and attention when they want it, but they are just being real pricks. Rosie has taken to sleeping on the stairs so there is no chance I make it to the kitchen without her knowing, and the two of them are constantly hovering whenever I do something. I stepped on Rosie twice and she snapped at my feet both times while loading the dishwasher- they are just all up in my grill. It’s driving me INSANE and I am sure my neighbors think I am an insane crazy person when they hear me yelling stuff like:


They are so pissed they are not getting the food that I forgot to pick up the fiestaware bowl I fed Lily in, which is quite heavy, and somehow Thurston managed to drag it out into the back yard so he could lick it.

God damned dogs.

I feel better now, thank you for listening.