The Major Hoax

We've got UFOs, Bigfoot and friends, Mystery virus injections, and now - The President Colludes With The USSR!

Only the USSR collapsed years ago. I'm old enough to remember the Cuban missile crises and how JFK handled it. I also remember that little misunderstanding with old Tricky Dick Nixon which is often referred to as Watergate. Now we thought we had Russia-Gate, but it turns out that maybe we don't.

No maybe about it. No alleged, either.

Keep reading for a brief summary and a briefer rant. Thin skinned snowflakes, moonbats, and other undesirables surf along to another site.

Minor Rant

Maybe I'm too easily irritated, or maybe I'm a bit too intolerant. I don't think so, but then if I did think so I'd likely change my behavior, wouldn't I?

Happy Double Natural Day

To celebrate Double Natural Day, here are thirteen things the older U.S. citizens want, in no particular order. I didn't write this, I copied it from Dock Treece who got it from someone else.

We're getting old, cranky, and worn out, so here's a list of thirteen things that most older adults want. The list is rated PG.

1. Hillary: held accountable for her past misdeeds. 

2. Put God back in America!

3. Borders: closed and well protected!

4. Congress: in the same retirement and health care plans as everyone else.

5. Congress: Obey your own laws NOW! 

6. Language : English! And by that I mean fluent English that the rest of us can understand without a translator.

7. Culture: Constitution and Bill of Rights! 

8. Drug Free: Mandatory drug detection before and during the enjoying any social services! 

9. Giveaways: NONE for non-citizens! 

10. Budget: Balance the damn' thing! 

11. Foreign countries: Stop giving them our money! 

12. Slots for the Congress.

13. Respect our military, our flag, and our emergency service members!

Feel free to add anything you think I've missed, and thanks for reading.

He Got Epsteined

A colloquialism that will likely makes its way into U.S. English, meaning that a person is officially declared dead by suicide, but was actually murdered by the Federal government or by operatives directed to do so by the wealthiest one-tenth of one percent of the population.

Commercial news media, CNN, CBS, Fox, are all running the same story: Epstein died by suicide (hanged himself while in jail) and there is no client list (meaning a list of guests who visited Epstein Island and enjoyed the hospitality there).

Nuthin' to see here, move along...

Let's Kick the Hornet's Nest

 I went to an escape room in Columbus, OH last week, and the thing that came out to greet us and run the escape room was a shade over six feet, thin build, antique afro hair style, around twenty something years old, and wearing a cocktail dress that might have looked good on Twiggy in the late 1960s.

Keep reading for my personal opinions. If you're some kind of special little snowflake, go elsewhere. You won't make it here.

Clintons in the White House!

Back in the bad old days or maybe a few years after, we had old Slick Willie and Hellery in the double wide permanently parked at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. The place was right lively back then, what with old Slick chasing anything with a skirt and a pulse around the House and Hellery on her third martini by 9:00 - A.M., not P.M. I have it on first hand authority she whizzed an ashtray at him, and I don't know how the Secret Police handled it. If you're in the SS, your first priority is protecting your assignment from harm, so... an ashtray to the head? In my mind, that's when the gloves come off. I would have been inclined to turn her over my knee, bare her ample behind, and use my belt on her until one was a bright red and the other was worn out.

But that's all water over the dam, or something. There's not much left but the fallout, and that's something. I got this over at Zero Hedge, and I think it's worth looking at.  

My Gout Condition

 and a few other things.

I'm taking prednisone 20 mg. tablet, 3 tablets per day; loose leaf Pu Erh tea; and Tart cherry juice. One of these items is making me fart non-stop, and given that my diet does not include Tex-Mex Tacos or chili or broccoli, I'm betting it's the prednisone. But maybe not.

As of this writing, I'm better but not completely mended, and my irregular heart beat returned last night. This means a call to my witch doctor and to my cardiologist.

The fun just never ends.

I missed my mother's day post, which irritates me. In lieu of some kind of traditional post, I'll write a few anecdotes about my dear mother. Read on as it amuses you to do so.

I'm Stove Up

I don't know just how or what happened, but my left knee refuses to bend without causing me excruciating pain. Pain scale of one to ten, when I'm at rest and the left leg is straight, it's level two or three. Try to get out of bed or get out of my chair, and it's a solid 8. Walk with a straight leg is maybe a five or so.

Doctor's appoint tomorrow. We'll see what he says.

And, should you check the rainfall in Columbus, OH, you'll note that it's a swamp right now. My sump pump is running every 7 to 10 minutes for about 10 to 15 seconds. My best plumber told me to hang tough so long as the basement was dry (it is) and if things don't settle down by the weekend to give him a call.

I may send out for a pizza.

Not My Circus

From BreitBart:

Fired Union Workers Protest NYC Hotel Hosting A-List Celebrities for Met Gala

From the article: Fired union workers protested The Surrey Hotel in New York City, where A-list celebrities were staying before making their way to the red carpet at the Met Gala on Monday.

I Don't Fit In

I'm out of step with civilization in Columbus, Ohio. Here are two examples illustrating just why I don't fit in, and probably never did.