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Archive for November 24, 2020

Bit players

“Until late last week, most Americans who aren’t regular consumers of right-wing talk radio and cable news probably had not heard of Sidney Powell, an appellate lawyer from Texas who joined President Trump’s legal team earlier this month as it undertook a fruitless pursuit to prove that fraud cost him the election.

Ms. Powell burst into national attention on Thursday, when she appeared alongside Rudolph W. Giuliani, who is leading the president’s legal efforts, at a surreal news conference where she made claims that strained credulity, even for a presidential campaign that has repeatedly lowered the bar. In a matter of minutes, Ms. Powell blamed Cuba, Venezuela, the Clinton Foundation, the billionaire George Soros and Antifa, a loosely defined left-wing movement, for somehow making votes for Mr. Trump disappear.”

“Yes, she doesn’t work with them at all. It’s just a coincidence that during Giuliani’s two-hour press conference, she was onstage the entire time. It’s a simple mix-up. They invited Sidney Powell, but they meant to invite Sidney Powell Total Landscaping.” — STEPHEN COLBERT

“And if you thought Rudy was bonkers, this lady is crazier than a cereal mascot.” — SETH MEYERS

“Yeah, she got kicked off Trump’s legal team for being too crazy. That’s like getting kicked off of ‘Real Housewives’ for being too crazy.” — JIMMY FALLON

“Here’s how big of an embarrassment she was to the Trump team: The guy who held a press conference next to a sex shop, and last week had hair dye running down his face and who wears loafers that look like clown shoes — that guy? Still on the team.” — JAMES CORDEN

“Seriously, you know how nuts you have to be when Rudy Giuliani’s head starts leaking and you’re the one who gets fired?” — JIMMY FALLON

“Man, you’ve got to be pretty crazy if Rudy Giuliani thinks you’re a liability: ‘Sorry, Ms. Powell, but you’re a loose cannon. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m late for a press conference where I say Joe Biden is the Hamburglar.’” — SETH MEYERS

Attempted oppression – crushed. Now, you try to trash the place before you leave. It’s easy to follow. Petulant cry baby. You (trump) are about as relevant as tits on a bull. bye don!

I can do it again

Jen’s garden philosophy is “sparse” but “showy.” Her specimens cry out of a garden catalog unlike the chaos that reigned in my garden. Each flower occupies a center of attention while it blooms akin to Japanese zen. Same picture, four times, different flower, one handed – I had the beer in the other hand.

And once more (twice now), seven cats, three sets of twins and Elle. I made up for it with two shots of Elle. I like even numbers. It wasn’t roll call. Can you even tell them (twins) apart? Same photographed cat twice? I have seven dishes to feed them wet food. And there is a cat for each bowl. The twins eat isolated in the bedroom to prevent them cruising the other bowls. The vet observed Nutley was a little too plush/f’ass (fat ass). F’ass? Balme Covid, everybody – you know who (shhhh) – gained weight? (I’ll pay for that last statement.) No names, please!! I’ve been done in by most excellent cheesecake. And yes, it was contagious – the darn cheesecake, no matter how small the slice.