No Op-Ed writers here...Lodestar is NOT a Deep Purple song...porn star attorneys, washed-up VPs, and war lord mayors - take your pick!

Happy Friday everyone! We’ve made it through another week! Yea, us!
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Let me start today by emphatically denying that I had anything to do with writing the anonymous NYT Op-Ed piece on Fearless Leader. I can also assure the blog reading public that Cousin Fred nor anyone else here at The Compound did it. Cousin Fred thinks lodestar is a song by the 70’s band Deep Purple, for cryin’ out loud.

It was kind of funny yesterday reading everyone’s denials. “I didn’t do it!” “It’s a privilege to serve on this cabinet!” (uh huh). And, the one size fits all, “No!”

Fearless Leader seems to be up against the ropes with media nonsense this past week. First, there was Bob Woodward’s book (“All lies!” according to Fearless Leader) and then the NYT piece. Still, Fearless Leader denies it all, brushes it off, and does his best “What me worry?”

Things have kind of settled back to normal around here following the road trip to Burning Man 2018. Friend Lamont’s RV is parked down near the road on the north lawn. It appears he’ll be staying here awhile. That’s fine, though I know the Wife won’t be happy to see that down there when she returns from her fabulous vacation in Tahiti.

She’ll get over it, right? I’ll be sure to have a couple of cartons of filterless Pall-Malls and several bottles of Old Crow for when she does return. That always puts her in a better mood.

I’ve not seen Cousin Fred since yesterday morning. He and the Hairdressing Hydrologist Gigi are holed up in Das Boot, presumably working on their big upcoming enterprises, growing medical marijuana and the self-help guru stuff.

Of course, the nearly sometimes daily local newspaper here, which has threatened to sue me if their name appears in this blog, ran a story today that there is a prediction of inventory exceeding demand for medical grass here in Oklahoma. Makes another case for recreational marijuana here I reckon.

Me, I’m back to working my multiple projects, none of which pays anything so far. You wait, I’ll be rich and famous someday, right?

The less-than-distinguished membership of the Pathetic Order of the Jack Rabbit, Original Charter have been holding nightly “meetings” in the Cabinet Saloon re-replication (known officially here at The Compound as Cab II). They managed to finish everything while we were in Nevada. Even shot a few .45 Long Colt holes through the walls to give it a genuine feel. I offered the upstairs apartment to Friend Lamont, but he insists he’s happy being in his RV.

Also, pleased to report that sheriff’s units have been passing by slowly on the road out in front since Cab II was completed. Great, we’re back on law enforcement’s radar. Perfect.

It’s kind of interesting to watch the Dems starting to do the will-I-run-or-not shuffle leading up to the 2020 election. I recently had a discussion with someone about the possibility that Biden could run and what kind of a president he would make. Not sure I buy into that, but we’ll see.

Then there’s that whacky lawyer for Stormy Daniels who figures he’s had plenty of press and keeps making noise about running.

No thanks.

The weirdest though is speculation that Rahm Emanuel, currently mayor of Chicago and former Obama Chief of Staff, will run.

Really?

I don’t know how he could do that. Fearless Leader would eviscerate him with tweets that during his tenure as mayor of America’s third largest city, the place became a war zone for gang warfare. 

Honestly, it’ll be interesting to watch and see who comes out on top, as long as it isn’t Hillary. It’s really the only thing Fearless Leader and I could possibly agree on - she is a crook. And I have countless times told you dedicated followers of this blog (all four of you) why I believe that, so I’ll spare you. However, if you’re interested in covering that ground again, or for the first time. Go here.
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That is all!
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