![]() Happy May Day everybody! Let’s all grab a ribbon and dance around the May pole, shall we? Does anyone actually do that anymore? Somewhere in the world workers will protest something probably. Cake is an important part of May Day festivities…I’m all for that! Here at The Compound, we’re battening down the hatches in preparation for upcoming spring storms…possibly…maybe…they’ll likely steer around us (always with the negativity Mr. Robin, always with the negativity). It was a weird winter and has been a weird early spring here in this part of Oklahoma. I think we saw snow once and it was gone by 0900. We’ve had a little rain, but not enough. Things are supposed going to change this Wednesday with tornadoes and tennis ball size hail possible. Ah…springtime in Oklahoma! I’d settle for a torrential downpour. The grass is finally beginning to look green again after the recent light rains. The wild thing about living here at The Compound is that we’re atop a hill and can see the weather coming in from Texas. The storm chasers used to gather here to observe, but they kept drinking my beer and eating my buffalo wings, so I started locking the front gates. Now they sit outside the gates and stare forlornly up toward the house. They use bullhorns to ask if we see any tornadic activity near Canadian. But I can’t be bothered with ominous “real world” stuff right now. While we were away on hiatus, The Trump’s administration announced that Homeland Security would start keeping a list of journalists and bloggers to see if who’s being naughty or nice. At first, I was kind of freaked out about that, has kind of a Nixonian smell to it (he’s dead you know). But I soon realized that there is a certain amount of pride in knowing I’m on The Trump’s hit list. Better to take the attitude of journalists back in Nixon’s day (he is dead, right?) for whom it became a badge of honor to make the list. In fact, I dare say, it’s only going to cause us bloggers to heap more crap upon what’s already being heaped just to ensure we make the cut. I have a new goal in life…isn’t that grand?! But, Homeland Security? Really? Like they don’t have anything better to do than read this drivel on a daily basis to see if I’m friendly to the current administration? Honestly, I’m just perplexed by what I see from that bunch of vetted, blindly loyal band of thugs. Homeland Security will tell you (go ahead, call them and see what happens) they’re just trying to ferret out those evil bloggers who are trying to undermine America by influencing elections. Wait, isn’t that the Russians’ job? DHS spokesperson, Tyler Houlton, in response to a reporter’s hysterical inquiry as to why the Department of Homeland Security would be compiling such a list tweeted back the usual Washington response, “Well, it’s always been done that way.” Okay, actually Houlton’s response was a bit more ominous than that…here’s the actual quote, “Despite what some reporters may suggest, this is nothing more than the standard practice of monitoring current events in the media. Any suggestion otherwise is fit for tin foil hat wearing, black helicopter conspiracy theorists.” Like I said, it’s always been done that way. BUT, speaking as a proud, card-carrying tin foil hat wearing, black helicopter conspiracy theorist, I say, “Thhhppppppttt.” The way I see it, The Trump needs people like us to respond to his every poof of Twitter flatulence. He truly, truly lives for this crap (pun intended). His narcissistic nature craves the attention in much the same way a heroin addict craves his daily shot of joy. Okay, that’s depressing. I’m off to form my Tuesday tin foil hat (they don’t usually survive past 24 hours). OH, but before I go. Don’t forget, the Twister Alley International Film Festival is coming to Cosmic City this week. If you haven’t got tickets, get them dammit. I have a new fedora to wear for the opening night festivities. Yes, it’ll be lined on the inside with tin foil. Oh, and if you show up on Friday morning for the screenplay table read, when they get to mine be sure to laugh…loud…hysterically…like you’ve never heard anything so funny in your life. Mine is the script where a bloody hand crawls across the earth pursuing a young man and his one-eyed, deaf dog until finally they find themselves at the edge of the Grand Canyon. The dog, in an effort to save his human companion leaps…well, don’t want to give it away…funny stuff really. See you there! That is all! Comments are closed.
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