I’m sure it will come as no surprise that I have absolutely zero intention of watching President Meathead (dead from the neck up) tonight. It hasn’t even happened yet, and I’m already sick of hearing about it. What will be worse will be in incessantly nauseating postgame reports telling us all how the monkey man was all adult acting because he managed to read off a teleprompter and not throw his feces or grab any pussy on his way in (a shame Michele Bachmann isn’t still around – I’m sure she’d relish the opportunity to have a real man shove his tongue down her throat). I don’t know what would be worse, looking at his stupid face, or looking at Eddie Munster and Vice Preznit Halfpence. This will be the equivalent of watching a Super Bowl game between New England and Philly – impossible to determine which one I hate the most. At least the Super Bowl has commercials.

It’ll be interesting to see Melanoma, of course. I’m sure she’ll be there, but the interesting thing will be to see if she gets as far away from him as possible, and if she’s sporting any new jewelry. I figure fucking a porn star and buying her with a six-figure payoff ought to be good for some nice shiny baubles. Though if I was her (a pretty repugnant thought – I don’t know what you ladies see in that guy), I’d have it appraised before I agreed to leave the house. Not that I think her beloved husband is a two-bit hustler who’d try to pass fakes off on her or anything.

So, anyhow, hopefully I’ll be spared from hearing about what a great job Trump is doing and how he’s acting like a grownup now (what was it the “liberal” NY Times called him after his brilliant Davos speech? A “pragmatist?”). I also don’t want to hear how Bob Mueller’s “closing in” or any of that shit, ‘cuz I honestly don’t believe anything will come of all this. Maybe a few lackeys will get thrown under the bus – and eventually be pardoned – but there’s no chance in hell that the boys in the House are gonna impeach the fucker, and even less chance that the Senate will convict.

Though I’m sure Susan Collins will give a courageous speech about how we cannot condone this sort of behavior – right before she votes to acquit. Hell, we might even have Senator Michele Bachmann from Minnesota by the time any of this goes down (and, you know, congrats on the whole getting rid of Al Franken thing). Maybe Al can run for President on the Green Party ticket next time around, with Jill Stein as his running mate. ‘Cuz as a registered Green Party member, I could totally get behind Franken Stein 2020. At the very least, I want the bumper sticker.

As long as Bernie “not a Democrat” Sanders isn’t in the mix again. Because I want a “real” Democrat to lose to Trump again, the way it’s supposed to be.

Oh well, if you’ve got the intestinal fortitude to watch preznit asshole tonight, good for you. You’ve got a stronger stomach than I have, that’s for sure. Maybe I could get through it with enough beer, there’s no way I could get through it sober. And I can’t afford to replace the teevee when I take a hammer to it, either.

After some pretty shitty weather, spring arrived a couple days ago and I got to walk around outside at lunchtime yesterday (without a jacket, even – it was about 55°). Of course that’s all about to end. While it’s still warm today, it’s raining. The rain, snow melt, and ice dams are all combining to create some pretty nasty flooding in places. Later on this evening the rain is going to turn to freezing rain and temperatures are supposed to drop to below zero. So everything that’s wet now is about to turn to ice. And then we’re supposed to get another 16″ of wet, heavy snow on top of the ice. Thank goodness tomorrow’s Saturday (and it’s a 3-day weekend, in honor of my dad’s birthday on Monday) or it would be a real hassle dealing with the morning (and evening) commute tomorrow.

At least this cold weather will make all those Norwegian refugees who are about to enter the country feel more at home. At least until they get sick and find out they don’t have healthcare anymore. Not to mention losing maternity leave, sick leave, unemployment, disability, and college tuition. Personally, I don’t understand why we’re not overrun with Norwegians already.

On the bright side, at least we don’t have to worry about mudslides. As much as I complain about the cold these days, I’d much rather have that than the mudslides, earthquakes, hurricanes, and tornadoes that all those shithole states get.

I’m off today, so I was able to do my storm preparation (which was basically to run the generator for a while to make sure I could get it started and roast a pound of coffee). In the olden days, I’d have made sure I had enough beer to make it ’til Tuesday but I guess those days are gone. At least for now.

I’d say that once I retire I’ll be able to pick that habit back up again, but it’s starting to look as though I was born just a few years too late for that retirement stuff.

But, hey, we all gotta do our part to help the rich get richer, right?

And good riddance to 2017, which pretty much sucked all the way around. I wish I thought things were gonna get better in 2018, but I have my doubts. Still, one can hope. Speaking of hope, I hope everybody had a safe (and warm) night last night, and you’re getting at least one more day off before diving back into the rat race tomorrow. Here, like a lot of places lately, it’s cold. Currently it’s about -7°, but it’s supposed to get to double digits (above zero) today. Wednesday is the big warm-up day with a predicted high of 23 or so, and then things get nasty cold once more. Not great standing on the corner waiting for the bus weather, that’s for sure. So I’m gonna plan on doing as little of that as possible. It’s not much of a New Year’s resolution, but it’s all I’ve got.