I think it’s official, after a week of Gym Jordan trying desperately to become The Establishment and failing ignominiously, that there has never been a picture taken of him where he doesn’t look like a derpy little creep. It’s too bad; as an enabler of sex abuse he would have fit right in with the gaggle of criminals, buffoons and miscreants that the Republicans have elevated to Speaker for basically my entire adult life, and he wouldn’t even be the first (or even the second!) sex pest elevated to the position. It’s becoming increasingly clear that the Republicans have no ability to govern whatsoever; we’ll see how long it takes before a few of them at least suggest breaking away from the rest of the pack to find someone who might get a Democratic vote or two. Until then, we’re all fucked.

Which is, of course, the explicit goal of the party for, again, my entire adult life.

A random little anecdote just for the hell of it, because I forgot to tell my wife and she’s downstairs: I drove past one of the local elementary schools on my way home, and I saw the largest flock (flock? I feel like it should be “herd” but that doesn’t make any Goddamn sense) of Canadian geese I’ve ever seen milling about in the field behind the school. I’m shitty at estimating numbers and distances but I wouldn’t be surprised if there were a couple hundred of them. I considered doing the world a favor and doing donuts in the field but my Kia isn’t exactly an off-roader and the filthy bastards would probably have followed me home afterwards anyway. Man, I hate geese.

Weekend now. No plans. Just how I like it.