They started to trample out of the crack in the untethered brambles—bees, hundreds of them it seemed! The sky darkened as they swept up as if a ritual began, and the white clouds were peppered with this sight. A hum of cadence as they rose in formation and I felt the urge to run but I was mesmerized. It was no leap of my imagination to realize their mission as a surprising message was scrawled across the sky: “Save us!”
Just a few bits and pieces that I thought I might share with you today.
“A wonderful man”
Donald Trump appears to believe that Hannibal Lecter, the fictional character from the 1988 book by Thomas Harris and the 1991 adapted film “The Silence of the Lambs,” was a real person. During a rally in New Jersey, he referred to “the late, great” Hannibal Lecter as a “wonderful man” and even mentioned the iconic scene where Lecter says, “I’m about to have a friend for dinner.”
Does Trump seriously think that “Hannibal the Cannibal” Lecter was a real person? Who knows? But given that Trump often claims that he defeated Barack Obama in an election (it was Hillary Clinton he beat), calls Hamas “hummus,” and said that wind turbines were killing whales “in numbers never seen before,” one can never tell with Trump.
Making liberal heads explode
Donald Trump’s former national security adviser Michael Flynn, to whom Trump granted a pardon after Flynn had twice pleaded guilty to lying to the FBI, is promoting a new real estate firm catering to Trump supporters.
The website for MAGA Realty promises that all employees and partner firms are “thoroughly vetted to ensure that they share our beliefs, so you can rest assured that you are working with fellow patriots who will strive to invest in and uphold a conservative America.” The website also guaranteed that no portion of its earned commissions will go to left-wing causes. But a portion of every sale will go to support the FIGHT LIKE A FLYNN PAC. “No American in modern times has given more to America and been attacked for doing so.
In addition, all MAGA Realty homebuyers will be gifted a 25-foot flagpole, and an AR-15 “to make liberal heads explode.” Seriously, that’s what their website says.
The law is what we say it is
According to political strategist Michael Podhorzer, 74-year-old Clarence Thomas and 76-year-old Samuel Alito, along with the four other Federalist Society-approved Supreme Court justices, know that a second Trump term would enable them to pass on their seats to equally MAGA justices, sealing their legacy on SCOTUS for a generation.
If even one of the three Democratic appointees had a health or other issue leading to an empty seat, Trump could make nominations that add up to a 7-2 Federalist Society majority, with John Roberts the only one over 60 years old. To that, add the additional hundreds of other Trump appointments to federal district and appeals courts. That would enshrine the new “the law is what we say it is” jurisprudence.
Joe shook off the snow on his umbrella and left it by the door. The murder scene had already been visited by the forensics team and he could investigate at will. He tried not to assume this was another gamer’s demise, even though Jerry, the victim, was sitting with a controller remote on his lap. Looking around the room, Joe spied a few gaming trophies the young man had won. This might have just been a crime of passion, or jealousy, but there was evidence suggesting more. A book listing gaming tournaments and Jerry’s passport meant this teenager was going to travel overseas to compete. The intended destination offered a sizable prize for the winner of the competition. Joe concluded that this was a crime perpetrated in order to take Jerry’s place in the competition. Unfortunately for the murderer, he was the prime suspect. After Joe confronted him, he started crying and confessed. Another puzzle solved.
A busy morning, we all have them. The alarm failed to chime, the baby wants breakfast and the rest of the family wants clothes found, lunches made, and a friend needs a ride to work because her car broke down. These are days when we just wish we could find a moment, even just one, to pause. Everyone needs that moment.
Hey, I see you there, how’s it going? Me? I’m doing great today. I just finished a run with my master, Jack. Jack thinks he’s in shape, but I have to take it easy on him. I can run about thirty miles an hour without having to rest, and Jack? His top speed is about three miles an hour but he’s trying and I love him of course, and don’t want him having a heart attack. I know about men and their fragile bodies. I was a combat dog most of my life and deployed with many men similar to Jack. It was a good life with many rewards and good friends of my master at that time, Dave. Dave was always first into any situation and I was right by his side. We saved each other more than once. Dave’s last deployment took his life and injured me but now I have found a new home with Jack and we get along fine. I do miss Dave but I think I’ll see him again one day. Well it’s time to eat lunch with Jack. I have to keep him in line, so sometimes we share a burger.
Today I have my 6 1/2 month check at the Urologist. Doesn’t seem possible it’s been 2 1/2 years since bladder cancer reared it’s definitely ugly head causing me to have a certainly sexy, lovely bag attached to my abdomen. But who’s counting?
The usual routine at a urologist, pee in the cup. In the bathroom there was one of those wave your hand paper towel dispensers. No matter how or how much I did or didn’t wave, it wouldn’t work. I could see the paper inside but it wouldn’t come out.
As I laughed, I thought it was sort of a metaphor for life. It’s right in front of you, you can see it, you just can’t get it. Or maybe not. What do you think? : ) Have a great weekend!
The Bag Lady 
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