Pardon Me

I'm sorry.  Spare me the bs about Hunter Biden's pardon. 

There are no rules anymore.  When one side torches the play book, it's foolish for the opponents to laminate it. 

With an authoritarian Cabinet and sketchy people in charge of just about everything else, anticipating a rule based future is absurd. 

The Presidency is basically ungovernable by the other two branches, all thanks to the Supreme Court. You know,  the Court that's the final arbiter of what's okay.

Ivanka's father-in-law got a pardon and an appointment as our Ambassador to France from our Wannabe Dictator, Daddy Dearest. 

Kash Patel has Jack Smith in his sights.  Given that absurdity,  President Biden was absolutely right to put his kid permanently and completely out of harm's way.  Anything else would have been child abuse.  

When there are no rules,  there are no rules.  Fighting fire with flame retardant makes perfect sense to me. 

Pardon Me

I thought that politics would just be a miserable subject this season.  I couldn't imagine anything that could brighten my world. 

Then a newscast broke into the football.  President Biden pardoned his son,  Hunter.

Happy Happy Joy Joy. 

Those bogus charges were retaliation for verifiable charges against the Wannabe Dictator.  They were brought because Hunter is Joe Biden's son. 

I have been advocating for President Biden to send the Orange Menace to Gitmo for his role in the Insurrection.  Or, since the Supreme Court has given the Presidency virtually unchecked powers.  I couldn't see any reason why sending Seal Team Six to finish him off once and for all wasn't on the agenda.

But that's spiteful me.  Gentleman Joe took advantage of his powers to rescue his son from the maw of the Republican hooligans.  

He is a much better person than I am. 

The Day After

Happy Thanksgiving

Spending time with Little Cuter's family has cut into my blogging. 

Brother drove down from Chicago for the day, brightening my world.  

Giblet and I went to the trampoline park where he ran and flipped and jumped for 90 solid minutes,  bringing smiles to everyone around him. 

There was soccer and drawing and hide and seek. 

It's quite different from our Arizona life.  I'm very thankful for that.

I'm taking the rest of the week off ... it doesn't seem like there's much to write and the company is quite distracting. 

I hope that your holiday weekend is all that you want it to be.  I know that mine will exceed expectations. 

I'll be back on Monday.

Leaving on a Jet Plane (or Two)