Trust But Verify

Some crazy things turn out to be true.

According to a friend of the woman involved, Elon Musk allegedly asked a flight attendant who is also a masseuse for a hand job in exchange for the gift of a horse. She declined, so no such exchange occurred. This bit of ridiculousness is today's reason that the loony lefties insist Musk is unfit to run Twitter. 

Hmmm, let's take a quick look at some other accusations that made the headlines in the past: Joe Biden smells women's hair and nuzzles their necks. Bill Clinton is prone to inserting cigars into, well, you know. Andrew Cuomo fondles women's breasts against their will. Hillary Clinton operates a child pornography ring from the basement of a D.C. pizza restaurant.

Given the wide range of bad behavior among the wealthy and connected, I'd say someone asking for a sexual favor in exchange for an expensive gift is the least offensive action. Besides, everyone knows that the real reason Musk is out of favor with the cancel culture crowd is because he announced he will be voting Republican from now on.

Smart man.

Series Review: LIVING WITH YOURSELF

Paul Rudd and Paul Rudd

It's perplexing that some TV shows become so wildly popular that everyone hears about them and then rushes to see them (mostly to say they saw them), while others come and go without so much as a peep from anyone. I usually try to find the latter when I'm searching for a new show to follow. The one I just finished watching was a blast, and yet I never heard about it from anyone.

Living With Yourself, streaming on Netflix since 2019, is just one season consisting of eight half-hour episodes. It stars Paul Rudd, a low-key actor who has steadily made his way up the ladder of success to be almost everywhere. He's not flashy like Brad Pitt or Tom Cruise, but certainly just as talented. In this series he plays two roles -- himself and his clone. Watching it, you soon forget they are both played by Rudd.

While supporting cast members do a good job, the clever concept and Rudd's performance are the reasons you're there. It's dark, funny, sometimes frightening and over too soon. Enjoy yourself.

Don't Vote If You're Dumb

Conventional wisdom and Madison Avenue seem to believe that most Americans are either morons or idiots. What I saw that made this clear was an article entitled, "How to Organize Your Refrigerator the Right Way." Immediately three questions popped into my mind:

1. Does a cold box intended to prevent food from spoiling really need to be organized? After all, it's cold all over.

2. If it does need organizing, is there a wrong way? And if so, what is it?

If people can't figure out how to properly use a refrigerator they should not be permitted to vote in any elections. This dire situation explains how we ended up with the current administration.

The Decline of the Democrats

I was always a Democrat without question, like my parents taught me. But then things started going downhill, forcing me to take a closer look at my decisions. 

My disillusionment began when Bill Clinton went on a TV talk show, played the saxophone and was asked by a young woman whether he wore boxers or briefs. Shockingly, he answered! Next thing you know he's having oral sex in the Oval Office with a young intern, and the Democrats who loved him, which is all of them, said, "That's okay, his sex life is his own business."

Everyone knows the rest. Along the way we had Barack Obama with those styrofoam Greek columns flanking him as he delivered his acceptance speech to become the Democratic candidate for president. Nothing says "out of touch with regular Americans" like Greek columns. If they had been real that might have been impressive, but the styrofoam only reinforced his hollow, fake persona. And you gotta ask, who paid that $50,000 bill?

And now there's the current crew: An ineffective old man who repeats rambling stories about his father and a clueless woman with a nervous laugh who was chosen solely for her skin color and gender.

God help us all.

I'm Scared, How About You?

 

Kamala Needs To Stop Working

Poor Kamala. Apparently the job has been too much for our VP, the first woman of any color to hold the esteemed position. Her most recent speech at the internationally broadcast Association of Southeast Asian Nations (ASEAN) Summit shows just what a huge toll it has taken on her:

"Our world is more interconnected and interdependent. That is especially true when it comes to the climate crisis, which is why we will work together, and continue to work together, to address these issues, to tackle these challenges, and to work together as we continue to work operating from the new norms, rules, and agreements, that we will convene to work together on to galvanize global action. With that, I thank you all. This is a matter of urgent priority for all of us and I know we will work on this together." 

I say we give the poor girl a break and relieve her of her duties before she loses it completely. Plain and simple, she needs to stop working.

COVID Comes Calling

It took more than two years but finally it got us. Well, not us but my husband, however I'm guessing it's only a matter of time before I also test positive for Covid. To be honest, I can't wait since right now I'm stuck nursing a patient who shares his every feeling with me, assuming I can do something about it.

For example: He's got chills, he needs a blanket. I get the blanket. He needs another blanket, and the heat turned up. Then he's too hot, so I retrieve both blankets and get him some water. Pretty soon he's cold again, he needs hot tea with a little honey. Not too much! And he might be hungry, not now but in a little while. And where is that blanket?

There is coughing and wheezing. The occasional groan. And complaining. So far that last thing seems to be the biggest symptom. If you ask me, it's definitely one of the worst, tied with the constant taking of his temperature. 

Between Mitch's demands and those of the cat, who needs to go out and then needs to come in and has to be fed and his litter box needs to be cleaned, being sick in bed seems like a vacation. But not too sick, please God, in case you are reading this.

Chinese Solution for A Chinese Problem

Suddenly, it's like everyone I know has Covid. This is a new development for me since until about a week ago I knew only one person who had contracted the virus. Now it's springing up everywhere. Oddly, at this time I am maskless virtually all the time since the mandate has been lifted in Maine and I'm more than happy to let it go. 

Still, who wants Covid? Not me. I also don't want to get another booster shot. All my friends who have the virus have also been double-boosted, yet it offered little protection from infection. True, they are not very sick or in the hospital (except for one), but the first booster made me feel bad for two days so I'm reluctant to experience that again. But am I being foolish?

My biggest problem recently was my painful knee that was totally cured by an acupuncturist after "normal" doctors did nothing but send me for tests. I wonder, has anyone tried this ancient method for Covid symptoms? It might work. After all, they both originated in China.

Dumb Voters

There is a headline in today's Wall Street Journal that I find disturbing. No, it isn't about the war in Ukraine or rising inflation or the comeback of Covid or the abortion thing. It's this: "Tom Brady Becomes Most Important Person on TV." 

As a college graduate, former graphic designer at several high-profile corporations and longtime contributor to the Washington Post, here's all I know about Tom Brady: He is a football player (not sure what team), he is now about 40 years old, he recently announced his retirement but then decided to come back, and he is married to a supermodel named Giselle Bunch or something close to that. 

That's it. But this Brady guy is very important for some reason -- more important than anyone else on TV! It's funny how I can wake up each morning and get through every day despite knowing so little about the world. And still, they let me vote.

How Many Genders?

My friend Mary, who is very woke and works hard to remain so, recently told me she doesn't like the way I think and wants me to feel differently about a number of issues. Of course I could lie and say I've had a change of heart and I now agree with her, but I'm pretty sure it's impossible to actually change your heart without A, a direct experience as a teacher or B, a heart transplant.

One thing Mary told me is that there are 72 genders. That shocked me as I only know about two, but hey, I'm old and certainly open to learning new things. So I was surprised this morning when I applied for a passport online -- mine expires in a few months -- and the form I had to fill out required me to check a box for my gender and gave me only two choices: Male and Female.

Apparently the U.S. Department of State is sadly out of date.

Why Can't We All Get Along?

The last week has been a revelation. My husband and I took a trip with another couple whose political beliefs differ from ours and we all got along great. We discussed politics and abortion and Covid and all sorts of things, and even though we generally vote Republican and our friends are committed Democrats, peace reigned. There were even some things we all agreed upon, and when we didn't agree they graciously allowed us to keep our own opinions, unlike people who insist it's their way or the highway.

Good times and good talks filled our days. How is that possible, you may ask? Well, these particular Democrats, who hail from Virginia, are both in possession of their own minds. They do not blindly follow the script put out by the Democrat Party and spread over the airwaves on CNN, MSNBC and PBS, to name but a few out of many.

It's so much fun hanging out with people who think for themselves! These days it's a rare and beautiful thing. Imagine how quickly our problems might be solved if "compromise" is not considered a dirty word.