Donald Trump is having way too much fun poking at Jeb! Bush. There needs to be a legal limit to the amount of times you can kick sand in a guy’s face.

Trump threw a little spoiled rich boy punch —

“So Bush has no money, he’s cutting, he’s meeting today with mommy and daddy.”

It’s true.  That did happen.  In all fairness, his brother was also there, which in my mind is even more emasculating.

So Bush picked himself up off the playground, wiped blood from his nose, and stuck out his lower lip.

I’ve got a lot of really cool things I could do other than sit around, being miserable, listening to people demonize me and me feeling compelled to demonize them. That is a joke. Elect Trump if you want that.” — at a town hall in Charleston, SC

Hey Jeb!, you have no cool stuff to do. Your brother already did it all. Unless you’re planning on starting a war with Canada or Australia, there’s no cool stuff left to do.

Jeb!, Honey, your net worth is $27 million. Asking your campaign workers to take a 40% cut in pay looks a little … well, Republican.

Thanks to everybody for the heads up.

Things that go together.

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First, there’s this.

So, here ya go.

Thanks to Eykis for the heads up and cool graphic.

As Primo let you know below, the climate is going to hell in a hand basket.

I need y’all to send all your good thoughts to Houston, the second most liberal city in Texas.

Look here.  The hype-free weather guys says, “damn.”  (Click the little one to get the big one.)

See that little white spot in the middle that says 11 – 15 inches?  If you can enlarge it real big, you will be able to see me waving at you.  Holy crap, the rain is a’comin’.

Bubba is up at his office, moving all his files to the tops of tables.  I am at home pulling out every flashlight we have because I just got a text from Centerpoint Energy saying that it’s highly probable we won’t have any electricity and they don’t know when the hell they can get it fixed.  Thank God we have some Ben and Jerry’s ice cream in the freezer that will have to be eaten.

Bubba has charcoal and wood for the barbeque house out back so we’ll eat – probably even better than normal.  We have a second floor in case it gets real bad.   We’d leave but look at that map and tell me where the hell we’d go.

So, I suspect I should get an airplane ticket to DeeCee and go stand outside the Benghazi hearing room yelling like a banshee.

To my fellow Texans:  hunker down and take it like an old bull in a blue norther.

I’ll check in every now and then in the comment section.

In case you were wondering, and I hope you weren’t, Rush Limbaugh weighed-in on Hillary Clinton’s testimony yesterday.  He said a lot, but these words stood out.

He described her response as being “like somebody took her off the meds.”

Rush Limbaugh. Meds.

Oh look at that, the Sardonic Sauce now comes by the ton.

by Primo Encarnación

Ixtapa. Acapulco. Manzanillo. Guadalajara. Puerto Vallarta. You might know some of these as ports-of-call on The Love Boat. In a few hours, however, Hurricane Patricia, the most powerful storm ever recorded in the history of the planet, is going to be making landfall there.

I’ve been to and loved all these places, at one time or another, during vacations that began when I was a kid, and that I carried on with my own children. 500-year-old Spanish architecture lies cheek-by-jowl with the most modern of hotels. Fishing fleets, commercial and vacation shipping, millions of tourists a year – all these are put at risk by a potential killer which sprang from a mild tropical storm to the most powerful category five ever in a 36-hour blink, thanks to a growing El Niño fueled by the warmest ocean temps on record.

The loss of life will probably be high, the loss of property enormous, the time to recover unforseeable, but in the meantime, the west coast in particular and all of Mexico in general will suffer a huge economic hit, as well. Which will inevitably, inexorably mean more refugees coming north to the US.

Climate change refugees.

Spare a thought or prayer for all the people about to suffer. Hunker down for the torrential rains that Patricia’s remnants will add to Texas’ woes.

Then fight to make sure every last jerkweed who contributed to this disaster  enabled mass murder, pays. And pays. And pays.