Libraries serve in heat

Here’s a slab of bullshit that has completely overstayed its presence on the living room couch. You’ve heard it a thousand times. “Yes, the Russians attacked our election in 2016, but as far as we can tell, those attacks didn’t affect the outcome in any way.” Oh, piss off and die. Let’s acknowledge and accept the reality of that mangled farce once and for all, as put forth by terrorism analyst Clint Watts: “Without the Russian influence effort, I believe Trump would not have even been within striking distance of Clinton on Election Day.” Exactly. The Plain Truth, put in easily digestible form.

Tweet of the Day—”I don’t watch Fox News for the same reason I don’t drink out of my toilet.”

Jeez, it’s been kinda warm lately. I’m guessing you’ve noticed. For those without AC or a swamp cooler—interesting to consider the impact millions of raging air conditioners are having on global heating—these past weeks of 99s meant it was time to bring out the old Heat-Beat Playbook, featuring such tried and true standards as (1) matinee at the hellplex (amazing the crap you’ll sit through when it’s roasting outside) or (2) frolicking at the Lake. (Ah, the rapture of the Tahoe traffic jam!) Well, there’s another plan that’s far less popular but just as effective as movies and Tahoe, and that’s your local library. I’ve had a swell time holing up in the extremely pleasant Spanish Springs branch during recent days of triple digits. They’ve got that thermostat set at about 76. They’ve got the nice Visa-friendly coffee machine. They’ve got the comfy reading chairs, and there are usually just a few quiet, polite people there. It’s a really nice way to hide out during the broiling hours of 2-6 p.m., and, as a bonus—you can get some reading done!

I’ve been greatly enjoying the stories coming out on Commerce Secretary Wilbur (The Cryptkeeper) Ross, and the accusations that he has swindled hundreds of millions from business associates and partners. Now, come on. Just look at Wilbur. Does he look like a guy who would screw you out of a few million? What an absolutely grizzled old creep. I usually buy into the old saying that you can’t judge a book by its cover, but in Wilbur’s case, I’ll gladly make an exception. Just another perfect example of Dum Dum’s Cabinet of Cretins, who continually assault us with their malevolent incompetence.

Omarosa doesn’t have any cred? Hey, she’s got a lot more than the liar-in-chief!