Yea, it's President's Day (gag)...the Great Wall of America will be built! Wait, what lawsuits? Let's celebrate with some $1000 fruit!

Hey, Happy President’s Day…remember me? Yes, I know I didn’t publish any posts on this stupid blog last week, but it was a rough week. I had another series of appointments for medical nonsense, both in Cosmic City and OKC. Happy to report all seems to be moving along. And, then, late in the week, I attended the funeral of a cousin whose infectious laughter and charm will most certainly be missed.

Seriously, you people are so demanding! I know, I know, I should have reposted old posts, but I didn’t, so thhhhptt!  Put on your big boy panties and deal with it.

Okay, that was then, this is now. Let’s get underway.

So, the really big event last week that we missed tossing around like a loose hand grenade was Fearless Leader’s announcement that he was going to declare a “national emergency” to grab enough $$$ to build several miles of the Great Wall of America.

I hate to say I told you so, but I told you so.

And, you know what? I’m kind of glad he did that. It’ll be his swan song.

Think about it. He managed to piss off about half of the Repubs who see this as a bad precedent to set. Let’s suppose a Dem president in the future is trying to get funding for, oh I don’t know, paying criminals not to misbehave and failing getting said funding the usual route, he/she/Hillary declares a national emergency, then what?

Frankly, it was all timed perfectly (in Fearless Leader’s mind anyway). He was able to avert another federal shutdown by signing a spending bill that provided him with $1.8 billion. He then in turn announced that $1.8 billion wasn’t enough, declared a national emergency and wound up with something north of $8 billion for the Great Wall of America.

As I’ve said before, it doesn’t matter. The wall will fail…it’s an ill-conceived short-sighted solution (cough) for solving a problem that is a good deal more complex than one president could possibly solve in two-terms (if it goes that far).

You think he cares about ill-conceived or short-sighted? Nah, not when he’s a narcissistic egomaniac who figures the Great Wall of America is his legacy.

But hey, it’s over, he got his way. That’s the end of it, right? Eh, not so much.

Let the litigation begin. Fearless Leader says he expects that and seems to welcome it. He thinks it will make it all the way to the Supreme Court where he will ultimately prevail. Of course, that will be long after his first (and last?) term, so who cares?

In the meantime, he has Mr. Spray-on Hair, Stephen Miller, on Fox News announcing that Fearless Leader will veto any attempt by the Dems to legislatively block approval of his national emergency. At that point, the Fox News person began berating Spray-on to explain (in detail for once) exactly why the national emergency declaration was necessary given that the “statistics” Trump used to make his case appear to be made up.
Yeah, how about that? Eh well…we’ll see. On to the next problem.

For instance, Fearless Leader is beginning to sound more and more like a third-world dictator wanting to shut down Saturday Night Live for making fun of him.

Get over yourself, putz!

Okay, okay enough of Fearless Leader.

Friends, if you’ve been to as many countries as I have over the years, you’ve probably eaten some weird stuff. I know I have.

Something came across the newsfeed over the weekend that caught our attention. In Indonesia, grocers are selling a rather weird fruit known as J-Queen Durian Fruit. The thing is all spikey and scary looking.

So what, you say?

Well, for one, it sells for $1,000 (US) per fruit.

Still not put off, you say? You Diamond Jim Brady wannabe.

Okay, how about the people who describe the ripe Durian as smelling like an open sewer. Of course, those who pay the $1,000 per fruit say it is delightful with a “fluffy, sweet” taste.

Hmmm…maybe if you’re a rich Ed Norton (The Honeymooners Ed Norton – look it up) you can get past the stench.

Okay, enough drivel for one day. I’m headed to Walmart to demand that they order some J-Queen Durians. When they arrive, I’ll complain that they weren’t stored at the proper temperature and spoiled, “Can’t you smell that?” And refuse to pay. Then I’ll hit the door running.
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That is all!