10:45 hrs
Do you have your popcorn ready? You should as the Big Top has settled on the Hugh-ess capital in a big way. I'm sure many of you probably don't give a Ratz Ass about politics. I can understand that and maybe appreciate it a little as well. Well, if you have any idea on how a government work and you're looking for some midday entertainment take a look at the Three Ring Antics south of the 49th. Looks like the GOP couldn't organize a donut eating contest in a police station. And if you thought they were in a pickle before now they're swimming deep in the vat.
And, how was the Holiday Season? Eat too much? Drink too much? Too much of the gummies, perhaps? As long as the Queens's Cowboys were not involved it should be all good.
06 Jan 23
07:00 hrs
Happy Anniversary.
The Insurrection Anniversary. And the fallout of the attack on the Hugh-ess Capital is still on going with the House Speaker Shit-show. Eleven times. They have voted eleven times and the Whackadoo impasse is still firmly in place. The weasel looking to be the Speaker has sold his soul, if he had one, to the Gang of Twenty and if he ever gets elected he will be their marionette. Entertaining isn't it.
Speaking of entertainment, have you seen Night Hunter on Netflix? Pretty gritty. Sir Ben Kingsley and Stanley Tucci star in it. Riveting to say the least.
08 Jan 23
13:30 hrs
Hello Kidlettes,
On Friday, I was at work and it was just your normal drizzly winter day. Not much happening, just watching contractors collect water samples. Another Commissionaire came over to talk to me. All was well and suddenly I was woozy and felt nauseated. I told him to step back and bolted out of the Ram and went to the back of the truck where hacked, coughed and spit up. Over the next hour I sipped a bottle of water and then I had to bail out again. This time whatever I had inside of me roared out over and over again. I don't know what it was but for the rest of the day I was hooped. Saturday was better. No vomiting. Ran some errands and went for a walk with my Lobster to the local store. I had to pick up some ingredients for supper. Since I wasn't feeling well and the Sr. Couch Monkey was truly sick, I made a large pot of Man Cold Soup. That hit the spot. Today, it was oatmeal with diced apple for breakfast. After my chores I napped out. Wilson joined me for awhile. It will be early to bed as I have a full week of work ahead.
09 Jan 23
05:00 hrs
After five hours of sleep the stomach clock could not be denied. An apple to start. Coffee. A breakfast wrap in an hour.
Anyone want to go to Mexico?
Not a chance!
Another headline showed how the Hugh-ess is dissing the Great White North. It's not the whole country that their kicking to the curb. It's that himming and hawing Piece of Weasel Shit living at Sussex Drive that no one can stand. And of course we'll never get rid of him because just over 50% of the eligible voting public takes an interest in who runs the place. That's for a federal election. Those numbers slide even more for provincial and municipal elections. Just a heads-up there could be another election this fall.
The Royals are at odds. The Spare has a Tell All that is driving the wedge ever deeper between the family members. Hey, family business is private but it's this all consuming need for the public to know and the paparazzi gives it to us. Personally, I hate the paparazzi. Not the press. That has a job to do. It's the assholes with the mile long lenses chasing limos on motorcycles and taking pictures of dying celebrities instead of rendering aid in order to make a few shekels. Those bastards should have a bounty placed on their heads. But, it would do much good when some celebs work the grimy camera toting vermin just to increase their own popularity. The two sides deserve each other.
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