a much-needed day to reset

but also a short rant about Preznit Fuckwit

friends,

I’m home today, after spending a wonderful week in a house in Jemez Springs, New Mexico, in the company of daughter Katie and son-in-law Norrin. this was a vacation that Ms. Spouse had booked for the four of us, before her untimely passing. we all had a great time being together, but we really felt her absence.

after a long day of traveling and not getting to bed until after 1:30am this morning, my brain is fried. forgive me, but there is no way that I can write a full-length post today.

so let me leave you with a few comics that Katie drew during our trip. (fret not, there’s also some donnyranting after the artwork, and, as always, our Daily Claudia.)

— jeff t

(the song is They Might Be Giants’ When Will You Die? — the lyrics, which are awesome, can be found here.)

that said,

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of course, this wouldn’t be a real post if we didn’t talk about Lord Shitticus for at least a moment, so do let’s.

that no one wants to perform at his shitty fascistpalooza has broken Preznit Fuckwit’s brain into a skillionty tiny pieces, and he’s crashing out.

yesterday, he and that creepy stalker of his, Natalie Harp, shit out nearly 50 infantile posts onto his crappy app.

Donny and George Washington. Donny kissing the flag. Donny on Mount Rushmore. perfectly normal stuff, of course — but what in the hallowed name of Delusional Grandiosity Jesus is this batcrappery?

I am thinking about bringing the Number One Attraction anywhere in the World, the man who gets much larger audiences than Elvis in his prime, and he does so without a guitar, the man who loves our Country more than anyone else, and the man who some say is the Greatest President in History (THE GOAT!), DONALD J. TRUMP, to take the place of these highly paid, Third Rate “Artists,” and give a major speech, rallying the Country forward like I have done ever since being President!

who even talks like this? imagine being so broken inside that you’re compelled to puff yourself up to this degree. Donny really has no idea what an embarrassment he is.

so Donny wants to shitcan the music, and instead turn Freedom 250 into a rally. oh sure, what an awesome notion — because what better way to celebrate the 250th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence than by listening to some demented old diaperload praise himself for his imaginary accomplishments.

this was such a phenomenally dumbfuckian idea that even loyal MAGAbot Matt Walsh was all ‘fuck you, you fucking fuck.’

which caused the rotting old pre-corpse to completely lose his shit.

We should have a giant MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN RALLY, for 250, instead of having overpriced singers, who nobody wants to hear, whose music is boring, and yet who do nothing but complain. Cancel it, just like I canceled my involvement with the failing and unsafe to be in Kennedy Center

holy shit, did Donny just cancel his own vanity party?

this is where I’d normally wrap things up with some pithy-as-fuck observation about Sundowning Grandpa Befuddlepants’ steep cognitive decline — but seriously, my brain is too fried from traveling to think straight, so let me just pithily observe, ‘what an asshole.’

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and now, our Daily Claudia.

today is Sunday, so let’s have some brunch on the patio. that pic is from May 14, 2017.

is this not a great photo? kudos to the unknown server who took it. we’re just out having dinner with some friends on January 13, 2024. left to right, that’s Jeanny, Kathy, Scott, Rich and yours truly. and, of course, seated is Ms. Spouse. alas, I can’t dredge up the name of the restaurant right now. brain too fried.

have a great Sunday, everyone. don’t try to write a post on four hour’s sleep.

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here’s your daily reminder that I can be found on Blue Sky at this link.

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this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:

practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.

to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.

we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.