Y’all, Scott Pruitt spent $2,749.62 of your money on 8 pair of “tactical pants” and “tactical polos.”
I think he plans to wear them to tactical. That’s just a guess though, because I don’t know how to play tactical. I do suspect that if he needs $343.70 outfits to play it, he doesn’t know either.
I do suspect, however, that he has a copy of the pee tapes.
Okay, Melania is a former model with a keen understanding of her own image. She never makes an accidental fashion choice. Right?
So, think about it: maybe she’s throwing shade on Trump. After all, she did plan this trip prior to his reversal. Maybe he disapproved of the trip and she didn’t give a damn.
Her spokesperson says it’s just a jacket. No, that is not just a jacket – that is a statement.
Thanks to everybody for the heads up.
Good Lord, at least George Dubya just gave her a back rub.
And Corey Lewandowski said womp womp about a ten year old child with Down’s syndrome.
What worries me the most is that I am afraid this isn’t bottom.
I want to thank El Jefe for keeping the floors swept and the doors open while I try a heal-up a little. I’m shooting for next week to start letting the anger over Trump replace the sadness over losing Momma. Meanwhile, my friend Scott has a handle on a few things and this is one of them. Knowing that I am going to try to get to Fort Worth in a day or two this week to be at the Texas Democratic Party State Convention, he offered me some advice.
My wife has become quite a hockey fan now that the nest is empty, and wants to adopt TJ Oshie, ever since he ignited her interest in the game when he scored the winning shootout goal against Russia in the Soshi Olympics. He now plays for the Washington Capitals, and she was astounded and elated when they won the Stanley Cup this year. So naturally she had to watch the triumphal homecoming parade and festivities, which seem to have shut down DC for a day last week. I watched it with her to support her team, and because a number of my relatives live inside The Beltway and they’ve needed something to celebrate for a couple of years now. Oh, and also because one of the major sponsors of the team is Budweiser, most of the team is 35, they’ve had to behave since September, and the broadcast was live.
They exceeded my expectations. The crowd packed the monument side of The National Mall (the Post printed a disclaimer that the paper was not going to print any estimate of crowd size, not saying “and y’all know why”), and the players got to come up to the mike and thank the fans and say a few words. Most of them were coherent, but several were obviously not far from not being so.
The team captain, Aleksandr Ovechkin, stole the show and probably caused NBC Sports Network to fire whoever was asleep at the bleep button. Alex is Russian, and speaks passable English, which seems to get better after lord knows how much beer. So he shared with the crowd what he had said to his team at the start of the season to inspire them to go for the trophy: “Thees year, we’re not gonna f***** suck.” With no asterisks, not even Cyrillic ones, and on live tv.
I think this would make a good campaign slogan for all the Democrats in the United States of America. And it has the added benefit of being stolen from a Russian.
Beloveds, I am sad to tell you that Momma passed away on Friday night in her own home. She had made a decision to cease all medication except for pain control and had been ready to go for a few days. She was 92 and 1/2 years old.
After being with family all day, she asked her caregiver for Blue Bell ice cream. She ate some and then told the caregiver that she was full and handed her the bowl. The caregiver took to bowl to the kitchen sink and returned to wash mom’s hands. Mom said, “I’ve had enough.” She closed her eyes and was gone within seconds. It was peaceful. I am so comforted that she got her Blue Bell.
Here’s part of her obituary:
Jean married Paul in April of 1943 in the middle of World War II, and the newlyweds travelled to California while he was serving in the Army Air Corp. After the war, they returned to Houston where both of their families lived. As with many women of her generation, Jean was a full time wife and stay-at-home mom while her children were young. After her children entered high school, Jean started college to become a schoolteacher. She taught children with disabilities. She was very good at it.
Jean took up painting in her later years, and she was very good at that, too. Whether in a lush landscape of the Texas Hill Country or a moody abstract of Galveston Bay, Jean had an eye for the natural beauty of our state. Her many works hang in the homes of her children and grandchildren, where they will always be a source of comfort.
Jean’s first love was travel. She traveled extensively around the country and made exciting trips to Europe, the Holy Land, Mexico, and a cruise to Alaska. She proudly lived independently until her recent short hospital visit. She enjoyed sewing, knitting, and reading. She was active in her neighborhood association and her church.
At her request, there are graveside services for the immediate family only. In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations to Star of Hope Mission in Houston or any organization helping to reunite children with their refugee parents at the border. “What doth it profit, my brethren, though a man say he hath faith, and have not works?” Jame 2:14
I am going to miss her down deep hard. I’m going to take a week or so off (unless, of course, something wild happens and I can’t stop myself from hollering) and I deeply thank my friend El Jefe for keeping the doors here open for us.
Bubba and I will be going to the Texas Democratic State Convention in Fort Worth late next week. I need to be around friends and that’s where they will be.
