Need Work?

Then there’s this:

Never mind that you need a fucking roadmap to understand just WTF it is that they’re actually voting on — a rant all of its own, for another time — but my local guy (for whom I voted because he’s very conservative) provides partial context:

Two points:

  • it shouldn’t be this difficult to follow what’s going on in our government sausage-making process, and
  • Insty (whence the above comes) makes the comment about these so-called “Republicans”:  “Need work”.

No, Glenn, they don’t need work.  They need to be fucking ejected by voters, in November 2026.

While all this other stuff about Venezuela and Greenland is going on, ordinary Americans are being systematically fucked and getting their rights trampled on.  And too many Republicans are aiding and abetting this activity for my liking.

Now, a favor from You, O My Readers:  I’m still feeling too buggered by this bloody chest cold to be able to do the research on what this particular piece of legislative bastardy is all about.  Help a poor blogger out, willya, and either send me an email or drop it in Comments.

[exit, wracked by a coughing fit]


Update:  I see that the two Texas Reps who voted against are both fucking liberals:  Jake Ellzey has John Cornyn’s old district — figures — and John Carter is one of those North Austin/Round Rock/Georgetown reptiles.

Left Field

Every so often New Wife will absolutely skewer me with an observation that is so sharp that I’m left helpless with laughter.  Here’s one example, after I’d done something profoundly idiotic:

Me:  Ami I that stupid?
Her:  Not all the time.

Last night brought out another one.  We’d just finished watching TV for the night, and were sitting together on the couch, when she looked at me quizzically and asked:

Her:  Have you cut your hair?  (She hates it when I do.)
Me:  No.
Her:  Are you sure?
Me:  I promise you, I have not cut my hair since you got back from Cape Town.
Her (unconvinced):  I think you’re candlelighting me.
Me:  You mean gaslighting?
Her:  No, I meant candlelighting.  It’s like gaslighting, but… gentler.

Ten minutes later, my stomach was still aching.

Easy Temptation

Here’s one that made me think for a bit:

Florida Charter Captain Busted For Allegedly Trying to Sell Cocaine He Found at Sea

What at first appeared to be a floating treasure may have turned into a career-sinking criminal case for a Florida Keys charter boat captain arrested this week for allegedly trying to sell cocaine he found at sea.

Bradford Todd Picariello, 65, of Marathon, Florida, was arrested Monday after allegedly selling a kilogram of cocaine for $10,000 to undercover detectives, according to a statement released Tuesday by the Monroe County Sheriff’s Office.

That’s not even the half of it. The captain allegedly said he had more. Lots more.

If ever I came across a “windfall” that involved questionable merchandise, I know for a fact that the very first time I tried to offload any of it, the potential buyer would turn out to be a cop, of some flavor or other.  That’s because I would be, and am, a complete naïf  in matters of criminality, and in such a situation I would be the easiest capture in law enforcement history.

But that’s not what made me think.

I used to know a guy who farmed on a tiny piece of land — something like a hundred acres, if memory serves — somewhere in northern Indiana.  I don’t recall exactly where it was, but I do know that it was only reachable by dirt roads.  Easily accessible, it wasn’t.

Anyway, he and I were chatting about the problems of farming, that almost every year brought a good chance of financial ruin, and I asked him what crop would be the most profitable, then.

“Weed.”
“What?”
“Yup, weed.”  And then came the killer:  “About three rows would do it.”

Then we got to discussing how he’d sell it and still stay under the  DEI  DEA radar*;  and without going into details, it would have been astonishingly easy.

Financial security for him and his family, for a lousy three rows of weed.

For our luckless charter captain, the money and therefore the temptation was too great.  But small-scale larceny?

I couldn’t do it.  But I’m pretty damn sure a lot of people would jump at the chance — and I don’t mean people of the career-criminal / gangster ilk.  No, I’m talking about pillars of the community, ordinarily law-abiding in all things.

And I have to tell you, I’m not at all sure how I feel about that.


*Thankee for the correction, guys.  And thankee, cold meds, for your input.   (I’m amazed I can write anything at the moment.)