Snark and Coffee
Well it is Wednesday morning at last. I have felt it was Wednesday all week. Now I can be in sync with the universe. I just hate it when I lose a day, but gaining days is a new thing. It must be a sign of oncoming senility.
Not much on the news today. Michael the Moron (Moore) is telling us about mother earth sending us a warning, and his followers dutifully nod their atheist heads in agreement. You gotta follow the science, and what can be more scientific that anthropomorphizing the planet as a “mother” who occasionally gets in a snit over the way we handle a pandemic.
I know some of my readers think Moore is a real crusader for … well … lefty things and mother earth. I think of him as an overfed hypocrite living in a private mansion on an exclusive lake shore property. Funny how well political leftists live. There! I said it. Let the critics rage!
And percolating in the background is FBI investigative misdeeds by a cabal of political hacks inside the agency. I will leave it to you, gentle reader, to determine just which political party this all favored.
My facebook friends are still in lockdown, mostly. I am not officially on lockdown and I had to drive over to the tax-preparers office to sign my tax forms and pay her vigorish yesterday. I have some masks left over from the SARs scare and I wore them to her office … but she didn’t wear a mask at all! Wonder if I should have called the Mayor and reported her.
Well enough of the snark and innuendo. in the end it doesn’t really matter. The sun rises, the sun sets, and life goes on whether we want to go on or not. I guess Mother Nature doen’t give a damn what I want. No wonder I hate the [bleep]!
But this morning is a particularly beautiful sunrise of yellows and golds. Chores await the sipping of morning coffee. And one must attend to the whims of mother coffee.
 Michael Francis Moore (born April 23, 1954) is an American documentary filmmaker, author, and activist. His works frequently address the topics of globalization and capitalism.
 Vigorish (also known as juice, under-juice, the cut, the take, the margin, the house edge or simply the vig) is the fee charged by a bookmaker (or bookie) for accepting a gambler’s wager. In American English it can also refer to the interest owed a loanshark in consideration for credit.
2 thoughts on “Snark and Coffee”
May 6, 2020 at 11:25 am
I dare not say anything about anything. The “bleep bleep bleep powers that be might delete my comment again. I agree though, with all you said.
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May 6, 2020 at 12:19 pm
… I think it was just one of them random gremlin things …
I would like to hear your honest comments …