So far, no fruit flies this year. I fully expected to once again plop glasses on the kitchen counters of apple cider vinegar + a drop of Dawn, with fork-poked plastic wrap to trap those assholes. (Such a miserable enterprise). But no, this year it’s GNATS. About the size of fruit flies, but fully black and not as substantial, but equally as aggressive and beyond annoying. Plus, THEY BITE! It’s possible that I’m somewhat allergic because my face, head, ears, nose all itch like mad as they ricochet off me (as I try mostly in vain to smash them). (And yes, I have inadvertently slapped my face a few number of times). John often sometimes likes to leave the deck door open, plus there is the bedroom window so the cats have deck access, so those would be the ingress culprits. Like fruit flies, they do not die easily! Today was a reprieve because it rained, so no need or desire to wander out to the deck.
A couple of the 19 defendants from the Georgia RICO case turned themselves in today (e.g., they were officially under arrest). A few are working hard to weasel out of the entire thing because they apparently believe they are above the law, better than everyone else, and have some magical force shield to protect them from (gasp!) accountability. Good luck with that—Fani’s not taking any crap. They all have until noon this Friday to surrender, and trump is due to appear Thursday during PRIME TIME, because, of course. Las Vegas is taking odds on his weight, mugshot, and whether he will wear his MAGA hat which should be revealed after his ARREST. I continue, every day, to be bewildered, appalled, and furious at this unhinged cult who persist in supporting this malignant, narcissistic autocrat.
Donald Trump lied about the money his father left him, lied about his bone spurs, his SATs, about graduating at the top of his class at Wharton, about his charity, his university, the value of his properties, about where his father was born, where Barack Obama was born, about helping at Ground Zero, about paying a porn star hush money, his wife being a genius, about the existence of Covid, about HAVING Covid, about voter fraud in the 2020 election, about his “perfect phone call”, about January 6, and about the mountain of classified documents piled up in his bathroom.
He lies about being a family man, about being religious, about supporting the troops, and about putting America first.
He paints himself orange to look “healthy”, wears lifts in his shoes to look “taller”, and has a 14 step combover to look like he has a “full head” of hair.
The guy is a Russian nesting doll of lies.
But when you ask MAGA who they trust above all else - more than their friends, family, conservative media, religious leaders, more than their very own eyes and ears, they say that they trust Trump.
And that is how you know it’s a cult.
-JoJofromJerz
Yeah, I’m crabby (I itch!) I read earlier in the month that the studios creaked open a door in talks with writers, but they’ve since stalled. I am aching for my Colbert and Seth Meyers! Oh, how I miss them! (Especially during Indictment Summer!) Update: studios have made an offer to the writers! I wonder what the writers will make of it?
I also miss the kids and Quinn and I have no idea when we’ll be able to see them.
John’s teeth/mouth are ever-so-slowly improving, but not to the point where he can bite anything yet. Chewing is painstaking, but a leeetle bit better than a month ago. He doesn’t see his dentist for serious denture adjustments until the end of October. Ugh.
The wind kicked up a little today while it was raining and I was reminded how much I love the wind chimes I got for John for his birthday. They hang outside the computer table window and they always make me smile. They are deep toned and musically tuned to randomly play notes from Pachelbel's Canon in D! Lovely!
“The only way we grow as individuals and as a democracy is to not only speak truth but to hear truths that make us uncomfortable.” -Matthew Dowd
