26th July, 2019 Friday
Heat rose early with the Sun. My ears woke me to a call from Eldest who is off scouring Old Man Ranier for something with SIL. They are happy doing that.
Pup woke gleeful she could lick. Her bladder warranted release so out we popped to the third floor deck which hits a height of lookout on a ship. I spied a school of squirrels racing for their morning raid of chicken feed. Must let Little out for hunting day today.
Back to morning bed with Husband, Wizard, Mighty Ms Budget, Casanoah and the Pup and Little who must hop right in and plop herself amidst. Husband peeks from beneath his snore proof pillow to be pup assaulted with a duckle pounce. I rescue Ms Budget from the bottom of the growing pile and place her on my pillow, a royal seat indeed, from which she can dismiss the Zoi/WireDuckle Pupppies ruckusing to greet the Day.
Eventually I can no longer linger and am up.
So I watched poor Mueller the other day. Seventy five and lawyer toned in true archetypal fashion. Idiots who speak of it missed oh so many cues about the arrows he has written large in the language of the Law. The Dems were kind and some were smart enough to leave it when he uttered where his fetters were. Others had to take the stage and draw a picture he might not.
But My God, the GOPs have lost their friggin feeble minds. The limpid logic behind their swiftly sputtered windings up of what Bob Mueller wrought of course if lingered longer that a mosquito’s fart, would have whiffed an insane nothing. But Dear Friggin Jesus, the rants of cosmic crimes committed against their Sainted Shithead by the Stoic Bob as the poisoned arrows set on ends of limpid logic were shot forth into the public ether. Ohio’s smartass Jimmy Jordan who thinks he’s got the Grail and the South’s crazed Squad of Johnny Rebs crying full tilt boogey UnConstitutional this wild illegal report, ran roughshod over all the anchors of the facts of what Bob’s digging did turn up.
Gaslight, Gaslight, Gaslight, Gaslight, Gaslight ricochets inside my battered skull.
I’ve spent sometime in Gaslight. Its easy to believe the whiffs of things drifting in above what is so real. Its when the feel of cold congeal of blood along your skin does kill you or it wakes you up.
Oh America, half of half of us are gaslit by these veils of tweeked and twisted truths. We who are not fogged and duped condemn the ones who sleep. We seem to have lost the urge for Unity in this Heavy Gaslit Day.
And so this swirl of disunite wears away at all of US.
I am sorry for the dark in here.
My window frames some of my country’s majesty and its ideals breathe strong in me. I have tried to be the change I wish to see.
So I finally looked at our Country’s Chart and another day I will write the flesh of this fact. We have Saturn opposite our Sun. I do too. I know how this feels.
The grass keeps growing so Husband is mowing. The AC buzzes cool so I can think. Dogs are strewn across the floor and furniture. I need to pee.
Tea is green.
Ta.
Tea With Me 