Tag: Stormy Daniels

Wednesday’s Theme Music – A Short Reminder

Ashland, southern Oregon — Wednesday, May 27, 2026.

Wet, gray morning. Furnace is running to keep us warm. 49 F. 72 is the day’s potential high. That depends on when the rain moves on.

We’re not getting a lot of rain, mind. Just showers off and on. Still, the cooler temperatures, while not my preference, are better than hot, dry conditions. Saves our water, etc.

Papi isn’t pleased with the weather. He came in wet and released a plaintive, “Meow,” that’s quite unlike him. Dried him with a towel and bribed him with treats. Now he’s vigorously grooming.

Spent an hour on the phone with Mom yesterday. She called to talk to me about my health. She sounded so tired and struggled to put words together and finish thoughts.

My sister got the power of attorney done and signed an agreement with a realtor to sell Mom’s house. Then I spent an hour with my sister, texting back and forth as she addressed her relationship with one of her daughters. It’s a challenging world. Always has been, a shifting spectrum of needs, problems, and expectations. Memories and history and differences add more unique elements to finding understanding and developing relationships.

Heard from Trump that he’s in perfect health. Despite his struggles with speaking, walking, and staying awake he aced everything! Trump is a documented liar, so I don’t believe a word of it.

Same with Trump’s war and ceasefire with Iran. Epstein files. Mexico and the wall. Golfing. Trump chose golfing over his son’s wedding. Just as he chose other women over his wife — sorry, wives. Oh, but then, Trump must have realized how bad the optics were, golfing instead of attending his son’s wedding, and changed his plans.

Your Trump Quote of the Day:

Trump paid for sex with Stormy Daniels in 2006. Melania is his third wife. In addition to his sex with Stormy Daniels, Trump allegedly had a ten-month affair with another woman, Karen McDougal, starting in 2006. Trump is also in the Epstein files but it’s unknown to what degree; just as he reneged on other promises, he reneged on his promise to release the Epstein files.

Instead of releasing the Epstein files, Trump began Operation Epic LOOK — SQUIRREL! Under this program:

The Epstein ballroom was first supposed to cost $200 million, and would be paid for by private donations. It would then cost 300, no, $400 million. Now the White House asked Congress for one billion dollars for it.

No, I don’t trust a word he says.

Many other Americans also are losing trust in Trump. His disapproval ratings are reaching record levels.

Yet, Republicans just keep walking away from everything Trump does. That thought inspired The Neurons. As I shook my head, dismayed again, The James Gang with Joe Walsh on guitar and vocals, began playing “Walk Away” in the morning mental music stream.

Trump is trashing historic norms and trust in the government. Unlike the GOP, I just can’t walk away.

Hope you have a day memorable with good times, good friends, and good foods.

Cheers

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Saturday’s Theme Music

Mood: sunspired

It’s arrived at last, Saturday, May 11, 2024. Those who have been waiting for this day can let their breaths out. It’s here.

Sun is here as well, gleaming off metal and glass, raising hopes that spring and winter has passed. Not for Mom, though; she prefers winter’s cosy parameters, disliking the heat and humidity that summer ladles out once it’s in control.

All is not perfect out there. White clouds are fronting the hazy horizon. It’s a comfortable, even refreshing 53 F now. But — you knew it was coming — the weather masters inform us that rain will be here in three hours. So precise, aren’t they? Our high won’t eclipse 60 F. Meanwhile, my wife told me that they’d squeaked past 80 F back in Ashlandia.

I watched a lot of “Trump on Trial” with Mom on MSNBC this week. Man, they love discussing the details on those shows, trying to spin, what does it all mean? They emerge with titillating ideas about whether each witness was positive or negative for Trump, the defense, and the prosecution. They’re giddy over what Cohen will say.

But wait, there’s more! There are two witnesses next week. Who will it be besides Cohen? What does this mean for the trial? It is fascinating theater. I’m more interested in the outcome.

Listening and watching, I do wonder what’s going on in Trump’s head. He looks like crap. I wonder what the jurors are thinking. Will they buy the idea, one, that Trump didn’t pay any attention to these $35,000 checks he was signing from his personal account because he was too busy, that he had no idea what they were for?

Can the jurors agree that there was no sex at all? That’s it’s just a con job by Stormy Daniels?

Is it conceivable for the jurors to conclude that Cohen came up with this on his own, that Trump was totally clueless and uninvolved?

Well, there are people who think the Earth is flat.

Weezer is riding the morning mental music stream (Trademark buried). The song is from 2005, “Perfect Situation”. The Neurons introduced it after I rhetorically inquired of myself this morning, am I insane? That dovetailed with the song’s opening lines, “What’s the deal with my brain? Why am I so obviously insane?”

Stay fresh and regularly bathe. Also, be positive and stay strong. Aaannnd, Vote Blue in 2024. I’m drinking coffee now, and it’s good going down. Yeah, baby.

Here’s the music video. Cheers

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Tuesday’s Theme Music

Mood: coffeefied

Good day, all you misfits, miscreants, and citizens. Today is the day before Wednesday and the day after Monday, April 16, 2024. Summer is right around the corner, and then a few blocks away.

Sunny here in Ashlandia, but that was needed. Woke up to 35 F. Now it’s 51 F. Clouds pepper the eastern blue sky and smother the western sky. Gonna go below freezing tonight but we’ll lift up to 64 F before the sun leaves today’s scene.

Must mention, though, the air here smells and feels really fresh, like its never been breathed before. It’s mighty fine air.

Mom is doing well, living large at the rehab center. Tucker is recovering fabulously. I caught him setting up an ambush for Papi in the living room. Papi rounded the corner, saw Tucker and sat down to stare at him. Tucker busied himself observing the sunshine on the carpet. Both floofs’ tails flicked in that eternal signal that they’re waiting, watching, thinking.

The Neurons popped up with “All You Zombies” by the Hooters in the morning mental music stream (Trademark flashing). I’m afraid the 1982 song’s presence in the stream is politically related. I’d just finished a NYTimes column about the state of Trump’s MAGAers before his criminal trial.

This, by the way, is the criminal trial about Trump paying hush money to keep the story about his affair with Stormy Daniels. Just didn’t want to ensure you didn’t mistake it for another trial.

The trial started Monday, that is to say, yesterday. The story was written a few days ago. Trump’s supporters were happy and confident as ever that the trial didn’t matter. Dressed in red, white, and blue outfits, including onesies, or in camouflage, it was a rave event, even though much of what Trump said in his speech has been disproven as lies, false information, misinformation, or urban myths.

They didn’t care! No sirree. They are mated for life with him.

So the song, “All You Zombies”, would seem to fit because zombies are the unthinking blissed out undead in our society.

Stay pos, be brilliant, remain strong, and Vote Blue. Coffee has gone over the lips and past the gums. Here’s the music. Feel free to sing along. Cheers

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