Hippity-Hop

I was supposed to meet a couple friends at Starbucks this morning. I seldom go to Starbucks but my cousin gave me a $200 gift card so what the hell. My friends were unable to make it, which left me sitting out front by myself with an Americano grande, three pumps vanilla, one pump whipping cream, and a Splenda. It's really quite good.

As I sat there I noticed several single women as they went inside gave me sideways glances. They were the kind of glances a woman might make when she is making herself aware of her surroundings. One has to be vigilant. I have heard that Starbucks is famous for creepy over-caffeinated guys, hanging out looking to pick up women. And here I was wearing a lavender shirt and hiking boots lurking in front of a Starbucks. That's when I started to feel self-conscious and my mind began to drift.

I had a friend who used to pick up girls at Starbucks. In fact he brought a girl to the blues fest one year. She had double shot triple shot breasts, and her shirt was unbuttoned from both the top and the bottom so that there was really only one button holding her together. As we all danced together I whispered to him
"Where did you find HER?
"Starbucks" he said.

About this time another single woman passed by me, gave me the sideways glance and scurried inside. It was then my mind wandered further and I went into one of my daydreams.
In my vision a long-legged woman climbed out of her BMW. She was wearing a black leather mini skirt and a furry little pink sweater. Black silk stockings. Lots of jewelry. Auburn hair hung down over the sweater, her lipstick must have been named Passion Play, or maybe Flame of Desire, I don't know.
What really caught my eye were her 4 inch heels. They were little pink bunnies, and matched her sweater perfectly. As she wiggled by me she gave me a sideways glance, but it was different from the other women. It was more like one of those Christine Baranski looks, a "cat that ate the canary" look, and she smiled like a knife. If she had opened her mouth I would not be surprised to see a canary fly out.

Mind you, all this took place in my mind in about 1.5 seconds.
I started to laugh but it wasn't funny yet.

Now, here she comes out of the Starbucks and sits down right across from me. "Hello" she says in a dark and dusky voice. "Hello back" says I. She crosses her legs out to the side to further advertise the shapely leg and bunny heels.
"You have some whipped cream on your mustache" she says, and makes a wiping motion with her hand.
I reach up to my face but she stops me.
"No" she whispers "Let me get that for you" and leans across the table and plants a big fat kiss on me.
I shook my head and snapped back to reality. Time to go. Lesson learned. Never go to Starbucks by yourself.
Happy Easter everybody!

Pam Bondi

Surprised to find that we haven’t roasted Miss Bondi till now. She makes Karoline Leavitt look like a sweetheart.

“Whether you’re a former FBI director, whether you’re a former head of an intel community, whether you are a current state or local elected official, whether you’re a billionaire funding organizations to try to keep Donald Trump out of office — everything is on the table. We will investigate you, and we will end the weaponization.”
Pam Bondi

The up-is-down pretzel logic--‘It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry”-- was notable but not surprising coming from Bondi — an attorney general who has made very clear that her loyalties lie first and foremost with Trump and his Republican supporters. Not surprising also that so many of her high profile prosecutions never make it past the Grand Jury or were quickly dismissed by judges.

We won’t even get into the Epstein Files.
I’ve hear she used to be a really nice person, and loves dogs. Maybe Trump can find a new spot for her, ripping wings off butterflies or something.

It Wasn't Just Me

I’ve gone almost a year without saying anything about Karoline Leavitt’s mouth. Really, it rude to comment on the physical appearance of a nice soft woman, even if she does bark out some of the most annoying glorifications, confabulations, and falsifications from her spot as Press Secretary. I mean, that’s the job of any press secretary, is it not? Just repeat the same crap over and over, regardless of, and impervious to whatever the facts might be?
But sometimes when she’s doing it, that nasty little mouth just catches my eye; I think to myself “If I was a woman I might want to smack her one right in those pursed lips” but instead I try to feel some compassion and wonder “What the heck is going on with that mouth?”
Well I just finished reading some article from three pro make up artists detailing what is wrong with her nasty little mouth, and her make up in general.
I know its petty, and un-presidential, taking pot shots at someone's appearance and specifically talking about Karoline Leavitts mouth, but somehow I feel vindicated.
Don’t hold it against me ladies.
It wasn’t just me.


Now I hear they are coming out with a new Bratz doll, an homage to Karoline Leavitt.
Accessories to include Official Bratz podium, Pink Boxing gloves, Horned Viking Helmet ( with fur), adjustable basket muzzle, feathercuffs, and lip filler pack.
Voting to name the doll begins…NOW!
1) Miss Fussy Britches
2) Princess Umbrage
3) My Mommy Dearest
4) Other

Me? I think Princess Umbrage is perfect.

~Art Expert Squints at “Bulletholes in Main Frame Computer” ~

Artist ~ MHL

A Kodachrome moment in what could be Everymans living room at 3:03 a.m., between the Infomercial and Home Shopping Network, Facebook and The Real Donald Trump on Truth Social.

The promise of “But wait there’s more!” forever unfulfilled.

The sudden realization that there won’t be more.

This is all there is, this lonely little screen, this is all there ever will be, and between the “low low prices” and “everything gotta go” jingles you are simultaneously compelled and horrified that you might buy a combination battery charger, compressor and pedicure kit that slices and dices, and everything that is not a lie is a conspiracy.

But the time to act is now, the grey voice drones on...

A ungodly hour, certainly,

Another sleepless night.

Viewing this print leads one to wonder:

Has the observer been driven to violence?

Three shots to the screen?

Or is something --aliens or giant ants, Kristi Noem or even Ron Popeil himself-- trying to get out?

Travelers advisory...

 "Please do not rely upon the US government for assisted departure or evacuation at this time"

Stating the obvious

 What I wanna know is which shot killed Ms Good.

The one through the windshield, or one of the two through the driver's side window?

Will we ever find out?

Probably for some people, it won't make a difference. She disobeyed an order. He thought he was in danger.

But the implication is obvious. If the kill shot came through the driver's side window, the officer was probably no longer facing an imminent threat, assuming there ever was one.

Had he not pulled the trigger , they would both be alive.

Silk Road Ark

 While the US sends an armada to the Caribbean, China sends a hospital ship, the Silk Road Ark. The USA takes military action in Venezuela, and the Silk Road Ark treats thousands of patients in Nicaragua and Jamaica on its Caribbean tour. China establishes goodwill and partnership throughout South America, and the USA hits them with tariffs and cancels USAID.

And threatens Greenland

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