Finally, Government by the Three Stooges: Trump, Pence, Bannon

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Forwarded by friend Tom Crane:

“When the field is nationwide, and the fight must be waged chiefly at second and third hand, and the force of personality cannot so readily make itself felt, then all the odds are on the man who is, intrinsically, the most devious and mediocre — the man who can most easily adeptly disperse the notion that his mind is a virtual vacuum. The Presidency tends, year by year, to go to such men. As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.”

 -H.L. Mencken, writer, editor, and critic (1880-1956)

On The Big, Bad, Horrible Day I

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What I did on Inauguration day. First, found a plumber to fix the leaking copper pipe in our laundry room. Not an easy chore up here in the mountains. Tom and I ate breakfast at the Crow Hill Cafe. Then headed out to the Happy Camper. Bought some edibles. THC. Indica.

Came home. Talked with Tom. Nap. Got up. Not much after that.

Went into Evergreen in the evening and ate supper with Tom at the Saigon Landing. Picked up Kate after services at Beth Evergreen. Home to bed.