Walpoling
Again
"Guys don't seem to be called Lefty anymore." - George
Carlin
"I miss George Carlin." - Lefty
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Today our Propecia Potentate tweeted photos of his "marvelous
new wall", neglecting to mention these were photos taken of wall-contruction
in California back in 2009. Click the image for a larger, more
detailed version.
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The most hilarious part about t-Rump's wall debacle is that
he actually could have gotten funding for it in exchange for
Dreamer
protection,
but he
had
to push
and demand
his
reforms
and then made the indefensible "shithole" comment.
He had the
leverage to get what he wanted and had the Democrats ready to
negotiate. He was literally in a situation where he shouldn't
be able to lose... and lost! Fat Boy completely failed to negotiate
ANYTHING, has now lost all leverage, and the Dreamers are protected
by
the courts.
Mr. Art of the deal everyone
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Because nothing interesting is going on in politics (aren't I
amusing?) let me tell you about my new hobby.
Early into my illustration career it became clear that sitting
for hours on end rendering shoes and washing machines caused
my clothes, specifically my pants and especially the waist
area of my pants, to shrink. I cannot fully explain why. I think
it has something to do with dark chocolate matter.
To combat the attack of the snug
pantaloons I convinced myself to engage in all manner of high-impact
sport but eventually narrowed my interest down to walking, especially
after my
knees
began conspiring against me. So for many, many years I've been
walking 3-4 miles a day, every day. I recommend this as it's
a very contemplative divertissement.
Where does the 'hobby' part come in? It comes in the form of
loose change I have found on my path. My
habit, lo these many years, has been to pocket the coins and
dump them into a jar once I return home. But now I'm doing something
different, and it involves the lottery.
I used to waste money on the lottery but one day, many years
ago, I did the math and said "No more". I'll
just take pleasure in the people who beat the odds, win a pile
of loot,
and leave it at that. But
recently I decided that each time I acquire $1 in loose change,
money found in the streets, I'd buy
a lottery ticket.
For the record, in the month or so since I thought of
this idea I've found enough coinage to buy three tickets
and have won exactly one dollar. It
may take almost forever to hit even a modest jackpot but
when, and if, it happens it's gonna make a GREAT story to tell
at Thanksgiving.
=Lefty=
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