Excuses Excuses

Real life sometimes shoos a guy's literary muse into a dark corner. It sometimes even shames a fellow into turning off his Apple and taking up tools in the eternal quest to reduce the world's ugliness. Such as:

The hideous nature of the wall is not obvious in this photo, but trust me on this one, Sidney. It was awful -- ancient stained and pocked plaster board, a cruddy material at best and worse when installed by a short-order cook in his spare time.

The ugliness reduced, replaced by the Cowboy Corner and Family Museum.  Honest wood holds western dreams in .30-30 and .22LR.  Framed document is a grant of Kentucky land to the first of my line to appear in the New World -- just in time to do battle with King George in the Virginia Continental Line.  The chair is from Missouri's Salt River country, c. 1900,  built of native hickory sticks and splits by my GG grandfather's hired man.  Other knick-knacks -- especially the hand-tooled holster --  memorialize a little sister who died too young.

And that's most of what I did this week instead of trying to write.  I am soooo pleased with myself.

However, I do, in fact, realize that it's time to get back to life's most noble calling, savaging the asses who govern us. 

Almost sputtering

The President of the United States has this hour ordered the leaders of the Congress of the United States to appear on his carpet at 11 a.m tomorrow.

Mr. President, this is a constitutional republic, and, absent an indictment,  you do not have the goddamn authority to order my dog Libby  to show up in your office.

Unarguable

On MSNBC this morning a talking head said it would be hot in Washington. How hot would it be?

"It will be the hottest morning of the week if you factor in the temperature."
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Hey kids! Let's go get a little farm and be survivalists!

You have less money than you think ... you have to buy a lot of shit to reduce materialism ... if the deer eat your garden, eat the deer because man evolved to be badass.

Or maybe just forget the whole thing? And go back for your MBA?

As funny as anything you'll read today if you like stuff such as; "Hippies, God bless them, become a lot more realistic after raccoons kill their chickens and the pipes freeze."

H/T to friend John of the GMA