A rundown of the overnight newsfeed...trust me, stay in bed...major construction underway at The Compound...Cousin Fred, the human termite...it's Wednesday!

Happy Wednesday everybody. It’s 0420 at The Compound as I’m writing this post. I just finished going through the overnight news feeds as I do every morning. Judas priest…what is it with everyone?

I counted no less than five people who shot/killed their families on/around Christmas before: 1) turning their weapon on themselves; 2) letting the police do it for them; or, 3) turning themselves in to police while making tearful confessions that included “it wasn’t my fault.”

Then there was the Real Housewives reality TV star who…let’s see…broke into a motel room; jumped in bed with its occupant (while the maid was still in there cleaning); cops show up to arrest her, she slipped the handcuffs (Harry Houdini’s illegitimate daughter I bet) and then threatened to kill the cops arresting her (hint: never a good idea).

Let’s see there was an online posting containing a video of The Trump’s daughters sitting pool side at their father’s golf resort in Florida in bikinis and making kissy faces at the camera. That was next to photos of people in upstate NY digging out from under 5 FEET of snow with more on the way.

Ummmmm…Katherine Graham’s (look it up) son committed suicide. One of the Three Stooges (Paul Manafort) got to spend Christmas in the Hamptons with his family (good for him), but is about to be indicted again (tsk, tsk).

And then there was Mike Flynn’s brother (pictured) on Twitter making the case to The Trump that his brother should be pardoned because – and we’re quoting here – “He [Mike Flynn] has taken the biggest fall of all for you.” Of course, he immediately pulled that tweet and replaced it with something a bit less in-your-face, but nevertheless begs The Trump to pardon his brother. Wonder if Brother Flynn was a disciple of Billy Carter or Roger Clinton or the Creepy Bush Brother (that no one sees anymore)?

Then there’s the Texas congresswoman who may or may not have gotten a grade school teacher bumped out of first class so said congresswoman could fly home in style (she just wanted the Champagne, I bet). I’m betting the airline went out of their way to accommodate said congresswoman…who now claims that she is the victim and that this is an example of racism in action. Really? Did I miss something here? You got your seat in first class - sip your Champagne, be happy, and STFU already.

Merry F**ing Christmas everybody!

So much for peace on earth and goodwill toward whatever.

Makes me want to go back to bed and not reemerge until after the New Year.  

But, I can’t do that. There is major construction going on here at The Compound. Sure, it would be easy to hide my head under the blankets, but who knows what would happen…besides, I might miss something!

Cousin Fred has decided, after having Hellkat One’s trailer and the Cabinet Saloon Replication burned down around him (separate events, same outcome), that the best place for he and Gigi is underground.

Literally, underground.

A huge excavator and humongous crane showed up yesterday and are still parked out on the north lawn. Despite near Sears Kenmore Freezer temperatures yesterday and last night, the excavator began digging a series of deep trenches in an L-shape.

Cousin Fred was out there in a 0-degree rated fur-lined parka directing the action. It was too damned cold to wander out there to see what was going on so I just periodically checked out the window.

Late in the afternoon, The Nephew showed up with his heavy hauler loaded with three steel tubes at least 12 feet in diameter and 20 feet in length, which he unceremoniously dumped on the lawn before driving off giving Cousin Fred the finger.

By nightfall the crane had lifted the tubes into the trenches and then an army of welders went to work and have been at it all night long.

My cousin, the termite. What could go wrong?

That is all!
 

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