Sure, we could be mad

that Senile Joe Biden (probably with an assist by “Dr.” Jill, who more than likely guided his palsied hand with the pen) pardoned his asshole felon traitor son after saying for months it wasn’t going to happen.  Yeah, sure.  We could be mad as hell.

But…

Why should we be mad? This really opens the gate for Trump to do all sorts of things he might have hesitated to do before, including pardoning all the J6 people as first order of business.

Nah, I ain’t mad. Who wanted to see that all drag through the courts and waste time anyway?

Not me.

Though I still would like to see the entire Biden crime family pinocheted out to sea.  But that would be only a momentary pleasure and would get me talked about.

It is fun to imagine, though.

Didn’t want this to go to waste

I was pretty sure we were OK after a couple of hours Tuesday night, especially after Lara Trump’s vote purity brigade threatened to sue to start the counting again in a PA county that had stopped, ostensibly for the night, and they backed down immediately and started counting again…

…but I had made this up a couple of weeks ago and really didn’t want it to go to waste.  Enjoy!

Ahhh….how sweet it is.

It’s morning in America, folks.  We may have to wait three months to rid ourselves of the stench of Old Joe and Kameltoe, but as Otto von Bismarck so memorably put it, “God has a special providence for fools, drunks, and the United States of America.”

Thank Him for this day which He hath made, and rejoice in it.

On Account of a Dame is live!

A new novella about a noir-esque detective and set in my Timelines Universe has been released.  I think y’all will like this one.  (Well, I have to think that you’ll like all of them!  But this one is fun.)

Welcome to the New Jazz Age!

It’s the Roaring Twenties all over again — well — the 2120’s, that is. Where New York City has reverted to its Jazz Age roots of two centuries before. What’s missing? Prohibition, and gun control. What’s not missing? Tough guys, and the dames who (sometimes) love them. Gin joints. Speakeasies. Dance halls. The Social Register is still a thing, and the Beautiful People litter the society pages of the local hypernews sites.

Enter a typical gumshoe private detective — a member of that high society himself, yet a man who left society long ago for other pursuits. And his latest client, a rich young woman of leisure, who needs her new husband followed.

Throw in the recently-crowned queen of one of Chinatown’s tongs, a beautiful investment wizard from upstate, and a hundred million dollars in assets, and suddenly it’s all

On Account of a Dame

This administration is sickening.

If this were a Republican administration, the party would have no hope of re-election given the recent FEMA disclosures. Everyone from the top down would be indicted, convicted, and sent to prison.

FEMA’s out of money? Hmm. Hey Congress, you’re not averse to increasing debt by the tonload, why aren’t you voting for emergency disaster relief right now?

The investigation into FEMA money going to pay for illegal immigrants can wait till the new administration. But people need to go to jail. All the way to the top. And that’s not persecution of political opponents — that’s prosecution of actual illegal actions by people in high office.

At minimum, Joe should be sent to a nursing home for the rest of his life. Kamala should be breaking rocks in Leavenworth for the rest of hers. And down the line it should go.

We have the worst politicians in our history. And probably in all of history. Everything they do is intended to harm the people of this country and this country’s image in the rest of the world. Hang them or Pinochet them all. They don’t deserve to breathe the air of freedom.