6:48 AM Mountain Time: The sun is out, the grass is still glazed over from the sprinklers — creating a very tranquil deep green sheen — and the sky is clear and azure blue. As I sip coffee from my perch on the a small wooden stool I keep on my front porch, I watch a few swallows dart silently by then loop around the trees in the front yard. The neighborhood is still quiet save for a few melodic chirps and the hypnotic, rotating whir of faraway automated watering systems, with nary a car engine grumbling to life, and not a human voice to be heard.
But I’m not buying it.
At some point, a big storm is coming. A massive national baptism. Plus, I’m pretty sure I smell the faint combination of Scrapple, armpit, and destitution — though there’s a slight chance that may be coming from me. Either way, though: objective correlative. Even if it is only a fortuitous accident based on my own lapse in hygiene and recent professional performance.
Trust me, I can feel it in my gut. Which is where every good investigative piece begins.
Developing…
I’m smelling sulphur.
Actually…
All the animals come out at night – whores, skunk pussies, buggers, queens, fairies, dopers, junkies, sick, venal. Someday a real rain will come and wash all this scum off the streets.
JPost: US Treasury Secretary Lew: Iran’s nuclear program will remain peaceful
That conclusion is surely due to the peaceful intentions the Iranians have been announcing following every Friday prayer service for a couple decades now, no doubt.
But as to Mr. Lew’s assertions regarding the ‘sanctions’ holding Iranian oil revenues in check, we might ask him, “Hey, Mr. Lew! Is Iran in competition with Iraq on the oil sales front? And if that’s so, what happens to Iranian oil revenues (or any remaining sanctions, for that matter) if Iraqi oil production collapses due to protracted civil war in that nation and in consequence the global oil market is starved for a significant fraction of present output?”
THEOCRAT!!!!!1!!!!
Oy: Redskin bingo, says Beck of US Patent Office decision to deny trademark.
The diversion cards ClownDisaster and Co. have available to play are practically endless.
Jeff, you sure it wasn’t the small wooden stool you were sipping coffee from? I try to use a cup myself. Doesn’t pick up stray smells.
As to any storms on the horizon? Nah, I’m sticking my head into the sand of normalcy bias.
Long time comin, Jeff. Long time comin.
Like what happens when there’s been a good rainy season in the spring, with all that new growth, then there’s a long drought for about 100 years, and dry lightning has set dozens of little fires that by themselves are nothing but are now coalescing into a massive conflagration.
Almost a holocaust.
We can’t beat this one back, me hearties We’ve stomped out a few of the smaller fires but the winds are dry and strong and hot and the dead foliage is begging for a good burning.
Shelter in place and pray you don’t become a baked potato under that aluminum blanket. The flames surround us and are closing in. No escape.
Just be around to reseed the ash field.
I’m smelling shrimp boats, too.
****NYT: If you had to name one book that made you who you are today, what would it be?
HC: At the risk of appearing predictable, the Bible was and remains the biggest influence on my thinking. I was raised reading it, memorizing passages from it and being guided by it. I still find it a source of wisdom, comfort and encouragement.****
I would like everyone who believes that Hilary uses the Bible to guide her thinking to raise his or her hand.
*Looks around*
That’s what I thought.
Maybe as a photo-negative means to guide her in the opposite direction. I mean, she doesn’t really say how she uses it in any practical sense.
>she doesn’t really say how she uses it in any practical sense. <
it is her dog whistle
We all know what’s really there. Obscured, hidden, beneath that faux-transnormalcy of the suburbs.
have you checked the garage?
It’s on the “bucket list.”