March Madness Indeed.

It has been a while since I went all political. There have been recent events that, singularly, were kinda laughable, as in "Oh, you silly idiot.". When examined as a whole, you will sprain eye muscles from rolling them so strenuously.

First, from Oklahoma (I would say "the great state of"... but), well known for the intellectual powerhouses of our time... Senator Jim Inhofe. This guy made a snowball on February 26th. He took it into the chamber, and used this prop to squash those pesky climate change rumblings... You know, the ones from those dang science folks!

Well, case fucking closed! I am just gonna head out and water my sidewalk! I am gonna invest in Koch Industries (not to the extent they most certainly invested in Sen. Inhofe) because we can lift all those terrible regulations that keep them from poisoning the planet faster.

All because some douche-stick made a snowball. In the north. In winter. In February.

Now, where it gets really googly eyed craze-balls is... wait for it... Sen. Inhofe is the Chairman of the United States Senate Committee on Environment and Public Works. Environmental issues and concerns brought before the Senate will have to pass muster with this walking, talking pile of corruption... Awesome.

The lunatics are running the damn asylum.

Next... Sen. Lindsey "Clutch Tha Pearls" Graham. This southern dainty type is so effeminate, I hope he is aware of just how comical he is. To say he is an alarmist, is an insult to alarms.

In early March, during an interview, the Senator admitted that he had never sent an email. Ever. This was in response to the horrific, scandalous news about Hillary Clinton used a private email server when in office of Secretary of State. Heavens, no!!!

Clinton admitted to deleted a couple (32,000 or so) emails from her personal email server.  Of course, this means she got rid of all her dirty secrets and evidence that SHE was the once who masterminded Benghazi... From what she recalls, there were more than a few about her daughter's wedding... I figure that counts for at least 80% of them right there...

Also, if that is the case, what were in the 2 MILLION emails deleted by Bush Jr.?

Why does Graham's never sending an email make my taint itch? Not only because "HOW DO YOU NOT USE EMAIL??????? MY MOM USES EMAIL!", it is the nugget of information - ol' Linds sits on the Subcommittee of Privacy, Technology, and The Law. Technology... and the guy has never sent an email...

It's things like this that make Sweden look inviting...

Again in early March, forty seven Senators sent a letter to Iran. They essentially said, "Hey, those negotiations you are in with this administration? The next guy can make it go away with a stroke of the pen... So, nanny nanny boo boo, stick your head in doo doo." Paraphrasing, but not by much.

The immediate backlash included a petition to have them all charged under the Logan Act. This act states, again paraphrasing, "Don't be a dick and undermine us when we are all negotiating." I signed that petition.

Defenders of these 47 simpletons brought up Nancy Pelosi's outreaching to Syrian assclown Assad in 2007. They say that was the same thing... Here is how it wasn't.

In 2007, under Retarded Cowboy the First, the U.S.'s foreign policy broke down into two distinct camps... "Places We Have Invaded" and "Places We Want To Invade". Syria was on the "Want To" list... We had no negotiations ongoing with Syria at the time. They were killing their own people, in their own borders... Fair game, play on. We have no problem with that... Cross an imaginary line... Well, you done messed up.

We have had ongoing negotiations with Iran about their nuclear program. We are currently aiding Iran on two active combat fronts, and working against Iran on two other active combat fronts... So to say that the negotiations are "precarious" is akin to saying "The sun is kinda warm". You have landed in "YA THINK???" territory.

So to have a young Senator, one Tom Cotton, run his word hole, and get 46 others to try and undermine the administration... Seriously dick move.

Lastly, four words...

Ted Cruz for President.

I dunno how this guy born in Canada can be president... I thought there were rules for that. Why has no one demanded his birth certificate?

There is (hopefully) no chance in hell that he can win... I think he is setting himself up to be a V.P. pick... Which would only make it one heart beat away from total calamity.

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For the record, I mentioned no political party... Not that I would have to... The Republicans took control of both the House and the Senate last November and the swearing in was earlier this year. The leaders of the party stated, "Now, we have to show that we can govern!"

Here's me, waiting with bated breath...

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon,

d

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The Best Part of Waking Up...

No... It isn't "Folgers in your cup", it is the realization that you "did not die before you wake"...

Real quick... "If I die before I wake, let the deity who decided I need to die in my sleep keep my soul"... Fantastic logic. Kiddies, he does not like you... Killed your punk ass while you were sleeping!

I love waking up. Some days more than others, sure, but I truly love that part of the day. It has not been corrupted yet. It has not been soiled by news, or outside influence.

I have my own little ritual. More of a checklist.

I ask myself my name. Self Actualization faculties, CHECK.

I wiggle my fingers and toes. Nervous System, Fully functional.

Respiration? 100% good to go. (8+ years being smoke free will do that. Olden days... 73%?)

Location: Earth. Close enough!

Ready for the Day? Snooze button engaged.

I have risen in very different circumstances over the years. The first question during the more "unmarried USAF" years was, "And who is this lying next to me?", followed by "Who's room is this?"

Having been married three times, and subsequently divorced three times, there is a gift/curse to going from waking up next to someone consistently, to waking up alone. The gift aspect is that you can spread over to the "cool" side of the bed with out someones feet impeding your incursion into virgin territory.

The curse is you can not enjoy an incursion into not so virgin territory. Morning sex being some of the best in the world. Schedules dictate that there is not a lot of muss or fuss... Get busy, get done, watch the morning breath...  Although, a recent lady friend brought to my attention that those dissolving breath strips you put on your tongue... Priceless.

I remember waking up in Augusta, KS. In the State St. apartment... On the waterbed... Was the winter of 1992. The reason I remember this morning is because the heating element of the water bed had quit and X1 had opened the window or kicked out the glass, I forget which. I have been cold, and I have been really fucking cold. This was the later.

The not so best way to wake up is called "Revelry". In basic training, the alarm clock is a bugle blast, which makes one think the sounding of the third horn of the Apocalypse has been blown. "And the seas shall boil, and all your hair shall be cut-eth off". It got to the point that you were up and moving before the actual clarion call... You heard the hushed buzz, the hiss/crackle of the air of the intercom to the barracks click on... And you were in motion.

I have woken to the sounds of flying, screaming death. In Turkey, the tents were close to the end of the runway. I was on swing shift, and working out  for four hours, in the gym, until about three in the morning. I got to the point where I could sleep through F-16's, F-15's, and the Brit's Tornados. Those cursed F-4 Wild Weasel's, though... Even Satan would knock on the ceiling of hell and scream, "Knock it the fuck off, for Christ's sake!"

There was a day, with X2, I woke up, but knew full and well I would be going back to sleep. She had to go to work or something, and I did not. I rolled over, and in some miraculous, accidental configuration of limbs... I found the Nirvana of sleeping positions... The most comfortable I have ever been in a bed when not engaging in sexual congress... Hell, it was the most comfortable I might have ever been. Period. It was glori-Aaaaand X2, grabs my shoulder to kiss me goodbye for the day... I cried and, to this day, still recall those five to seven seconds... Have never found it again...

Weirdly, I am not a fan of naps. I may have one or two a year, but I am more worried about them having a detrimental effect. Those naps where you wake up feeling worse than you did before the damn nap. Bastard nap!!!!

Now that I have lived on my quasi-own for a spell, I use an alarm clock. I have it on the other side of the room. I have to exit the bed, hit the snooze, or cease the alarm on the weekends... The quasi part comes in form of the damn dog.

Lily has a very cold nose. I have a very low lying bed. There is not a more effective alarm than having a dog poke her nose somewhere "delicate". Since her "Whatever That Was" last summer, she has learned to let me sleep in... IT ONLY TOOK 7.5 YEARS! Way to go, Bitch! I slept in to 8 AM a couple weekends back... Woo...

In that snooze button time of 10 minutes... I really don't go back to sleep, unless I really tore it up the night before... No... After the earlier checklist, the day is planned. The course set. This, while sprawling out for the cool spots under the covers...

It is my most optimistic time of the day. By the time I grab the keys, and head out the door... That is gone. The big, bad world is now in play. And it is out for blood.

Bring it on,

d

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Apologies for the absence the past couple of weeks. It was an anniversary. See last years 3/11 blog... All ya need to know.