Third Time's a Charm

04 Aug 23

07:15 hrs.

     I have no idea Dear Readers if you are following the Tangerine Tyrant's latest legal Circus Maximus. It's kinda hard to escape it, isn't it. Since I was bit by the legal bug many years ago court room battles over right or wrong, guilt or innocence have always fascinated me. With this latest Hugh-ess federal indictment I decided to print off the indictment and give it a read. If you think you have an idea on the extent of the  Orange Shit Gibbon's crimes I would submit to you to go to your computer, download the document and give it a read. Anyone who reads this indictment and still believes that he did no wrong is an absolute idiot.

07 Aug 23

19:30 hrs

     My Lobster and I are lounging in the Catio. Mr. Wilson is wandering tbe back 40 with a leash trailing behind him. It kinda slows him down. Miss Maggy and Sir Jack are watching Wison hunt bugs. 

     It's Cricket season!

     We went up to Paradise Meadows for a wander in the woods. Since today in a holiday on the Left Coast there were plenty of other nature enthusiasts parked at 3,200 feet ASL. The walk was about 3k with excellent views all around. You may think that 3k is not all that far but I don't think either one of us could have done it two years ago. Both of us have lost enough weight that some things don't hurt so much. Knees, feet, hips, back, etc. 

     I tried out my curry pickles with supper. I put them up a month ago and I've been dying to try them. They're pretty damn good. My Better Half didn't try them...yet. I'm waiting for the local hot peppers to ripen so I can start making hot sauces and picked peppers. 

     Our new neighbors are moved in. We haven't met them yet. My Better Half said she spotted a couple of Jr. Yard Apes playing on a trampoline. Kids are good. Keeps the neighborhood young and active.

08 Aug 23

05:45 hrs

     I'm up and getting ready for work. I was listening to a podcast and the speaker was commenting on how the Tangerine Tyrant's legal mouthpiece had spent an entire day spinning more webs of deciept and confusion on five different talk shows. The speaker referred to this as "doing the full Ginsberg". It won't do any good. Donnie Boy will be going to jail.

14 Aug 23

05:15 hrs.

     I'm awake. It's the start of a new shift at CFB LOMPOC. Ten hour plus days, which are great for the pocket book but not for the karma at the Wayward Inn. This new job, it started last week and will go on until we return from the Nation's Capital, is pretty big with a lot of moving parts. With my qualifications I know that I am in much demand but I'm not 20 years old anymore and by the end of the week I was truly hooped. I have been urged by my Better Half to scale back the amount of work I'm doing because it would be beneficial for my health. Sounds like a plan.

     In the Hugh-ess the eyes are on the Peach State were the DA is about to drop a fourth indictment on Poor Donny. Now these charges are quite similar to the latest charges in DC but the difference is this - If Donny wins the election he will likely have the DOJ expunge the charges against him but he has no control over state charges. He's screwed. 

     I was going to the library to pick up a DVD that I had requested - Malcolm X - when this Outer Island Hippy Lady left the crosswalk and slapped mirror on the Ram as I was waiting for her to cross the road. "Watch where you're driving young man!"

     I was on the road parallel to the crosswalk.  She was on my left. She had to walk into the oncoming lane to assault hit the truck. After the act she walked ba k across the oncoming lane eliciting a honked horn from and approaching car which received the bird as she mounted the sidewalk. Welcome to the Island.