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Rescued a kitten, now I must beat my dog!

As if I could, but HE'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!

I was approached yesterday by an 8 week old tortoise shell kitten at a job site in Ohio. The poor thing was half starved, flea ridden, and has an eye infection. She is as sweet as can be and I couldn't turn my back on her. I told my wife I was going to bring her home if she was there the next day. Today, I pulled up to the job site and she came bouncing out of the contractors' trailer. So, after feeding her, I put one of my shirts in a box, put her in it, and we headed to Indiana together.

The first hour she rode on my shoulder, rubbing her face against mine or burying her head under my chin. After putting her back in the box 6 or 7 times I gave up. "So is this what it's like to be a pirate?" I thought to myself. After awhile she climbed down and sat on the center console. I looked down, and she was sleeping....sitting up. I put her in the box, and she crawled out. Sat down on the center console and went back to sleep. Rinse repeat. Rinse repeat. Finally, by putting said box on said center console, I got her to lie down and go to sleep.

Got into town and went straight to the vet. Diagnosis? Ear mites, fleas, eye infection, and possibly worms. But, for the most part, healthy and overly affectionate. Vet gave her worm med, flea meds, cleaned her ears (oh my God I don't know how the poor thing could hear with the gunk in there!), ear drops, cleaned and flushed her gunky eyes, and applied eye drops.

Drove around for a half hour to give time for the fleas to die off (30 minutes according to vet). Which gave me time to pick up a bottle if Sailor Jerry! Now let's go meet your new family!

Mrs. Glamrock met us in the driveway and fell in love. The kitten is all purrs so it's easy to do. Took her in and of course our oldest cat, Muddy, hissed at her and ran off. Our Russian blue, Steviewonder, looked at her and hid in the basement. And his sister, The Beans, was completely uninterested. She was all, "yeah yeah whatever. Where's my catnip dad?"

Took her to the tv room which is the dogs domain. Zeppelin is half Jack Russell and half pain in the ass. He just can't leave her alone! At this point he knows what she's eaten for the last week, where she's been, and her complete geneology by sticking his nose up her ass. It's been 6 hours of "ZEPPY! GO LAY DOWN! LEAVE HER ALONE! GODDAMNIT!" This dog, who I love dearly, is going to be the death of me.

Damn, his supporters are stupid.

If this woman walked up to Trump the billionaire (not Trump the candidate) he'd call her a disgusting pig. To her face!

The GOP implosion is giving me a boner...

I just watched the GOP "presidential" debate. That was the most amazing thing I've ever seen. Is this fun or what? The level of schadenfreude I feel watching the self-engineered implosion of the GOP is sooo high and soooo delicious I have an erection. My apologies to the permanently offended. But shit, this is great. From every angle you look at it from.

Looking at the beltway media is like walking through Willie Wonka's garden. The constant looks of incredulity and confusion at the rise of Trump and Sanders has been like picking candy off the bushes and drinking chocolate from the stream. Oh, and here's the mushroom filled with creme! Liberals have been predicting this since Reagan put this coalition of loons together in the first place. That's an awfully thick bubble they're living in if 30+ years of warnings are so unheard that Trump can take them by surprise. And Bernie? Almost the same fucking thing! How long did they actually think the American people wouldn't notice money in the political apparatus? How long did they think the economic gains could continue to be vacuumed up to the top before the pendulum swung back to the left? It's fucking comical watching them derisively spit Bernie's name from their mouths. The horror, the sheer fucking horror they experienced when the FDR socialist trounced Hillary in NH, right? I could actually taste the tears welling up in Chris Mathews' eyes. Once again, boner inducing.

And speaking of tears, there's the GOP establishment. Oh fuck, the taste of GOP tears. Like Jack Daniels Honey. So smooth. Sooo delicious. Watching the monster they created stomping around beating on Fox, Jeb!, the RNC, Cruz, Rubio, Carson. Holy shit, man. This is freaking awesome! The brain dead horde is now splitting off into groups that don't trust Fox, or don't trust Glen Beck, or don't trust their own fucking eyes. Like Spanish fly! And the bonus. The establishment candidates can't get a foothold regardless of how much money is spent.

Which leads us to the donor class. Sure to be a viagra like rush of blood to be found here! Sure enough! Millions spent on Walker, Christie, Cruz, Rubio, and Jeb!. For nothing! Nothing! Millions upon millions upon millions pissed away. They've influenced nothing! Trump is Bizarro Superman. Evil, dumb, and can't be controlled. He's the reason these guys are throwing good money after bad out the window. And even better, their heavy-handedness with the political influence they've bought has, in fact, made a 74 year old socialist jew an actual contender for President of the United States. Oh yeah, he's purple and angry now. That is like viagra!

And finally, the horse race. The cherry on the top. The show of shows. A collection of dimwitted idiots the Three Stooges could look down on. Sarah Palin lowered the bar so low, anything is acceptable. And it shows. Good Christ man. Seriously? Ben Carson actually killed off some of my brain cells. I'm not kidding. I'm now dumber from just hearing what he had to say. And the rest? "You're a poopyhead!" "Nuh-uh!" "Nuh-hu!" "No, you're a poopyhead!" "Nuh-uh!" Then bad idea, bad idea, not grounded in reality, Reagan, Reagan, Reagan. "You're a poopyhead!" John Kasich: "Oh for fuck's sake!" Bad idea, bad idea. The pure stupidity, racism, and theocratic bent is fully on display for the 70% of the country that hasn't drunk the cool-aid. I'm like a 15 year old in his first makeout session. The implosion of the GOP is giving me a boner.

P.s. I know what's at stake. I know the troubles facing this nation. I don't wanna hear it. I'm 44. It can rarely crack granite like it used to. Lemme enjoy it.

So, speaking to Hilary's judgment...

How many of us predicted months ago that her campaign would go negative and backfire? I knew then that going negative on one of, if not the only, nationally elected officials with impeccable records in regard to voting record and campaign finance was a non starter. Anyone doing so would be a fool. And yet here we are. Bernie Sanders is lying about his record.

I'm sorry, I don't trust her judgment.

Among other things, I'm a musician and blue collar worker with an associate degree. I'm also an unabashed pothead. I bring this up to illustrate a point.

I predicted this shit. Me. The pothead. Same thing with the Iraq vote. I knew there were no wmd's. I also knew that the vote meant we were going to war. She claims she thought there were wmd's and that the Bush administration just needed the vote to sabre rattle.

Now, that being said, I trust her judgment more than the remaining players in the GOP's "The Apprentice".

But I'm asking, shouldn't the president have at least as good judgment as a pothead?

On edit: Maybe one of you star members could start a poll. Should the POTUS have better judgment than a pothead?
A. Of course the POTUS should have better judgment than some dirty fucking pothead
B. Not necessarily. I know some very intelligent potheads. Why that Glamrock, for example, seems to be on the MENSA scale.
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