Comey is an Ass but We Kinda Need Him Right Now

Jim Comey was pretty much the piece of shit who sold out the 2016 Presidential election by bringing up a bullshit non-existent investigation into Clinton’s fairy tale emails.  I wanted his ass gone.

Now a few months later he actually is gone and I really need him to come through for us. He’ll be testifying to the Senate Intelligence Committee tomorrow.  I want to listen to it.  Every fascist busting, Trump incriminating word of it.  I have a bunch of meetings though so I’m probably out of luck.

The United States of America needs him to be the first very large, very permanent nail in the orange piece of shit’s administration.  Impeach the fascist so we can put his fascist ass in jail for treason.

It just sucks that I have to bank on a piece of garbage like Comey to reach the end goal.  If not for him we wouldn’t be in this mess.  Probably… I mean, the fascist traitor did sell out his country to the Russians, and now it looks like the Russians were hacking into voting machines.  Ya know, like you do when you’re a fascist piece of shit.

 

Traffic

I am so sick of my 33 mile drive to or from work taking over 90 minutes.  This morning it was an hour and forty minutes.  Tonight coming home it was an hour and a half.  Yesterday morning it was an hour and fifty minutes.

I am just so god damn sick of it.

But Why Sunday at Nine?

There really aren’t that many TV shows that I watch on the air.  I think there are only four…

And they all air on the same night at the same time.  Granted the four shows only air on two networks so conflicts are minimal.  AMC airs both The Walking Dead and Fear the Walking Dead on Sundays at 9:00pm.  Also, HBO airs both Game of Thrones and The Leftovers on Sundays at 9:00pm.  For me, I watch HBO shows on HBO Now, so I can watch them any time after their air time.  For the AMC shows I buy the iTunes season pass.  Episodes become available after midnight Pacific time.  If I can watch them at the air time I use the FiOS app on my iPad.

Tonight there is a conflict.  The third season premier of Fear airs at the same time as the final episode of The Leftovers.  So which one do I watch?  The Leftovers is by far the bigger deal, but if I watch Fear at 9:00 I can watch The Leftovers immediately after.  If I watch The Leftovers, I can’t watch Fear until tomorrow.

Holy crap… I am such a TV nerd.

Bad Day

Yesterday was a bad day.  Lots of difficult things happened at work.  Nothing so much bad, just tough.  It carried on through today too.  Just customers pecking us to death.

But back to yesterday.  One of my best friends told me that his elementary school aged son asked him, are Randy Rhodes and Ozzy Osborne still friends?*  Oh man, what a kick in the parenting teeth!

Just bad stuff all around.  Let’s see, what other bad stuff happened?

Oh yeah, the fascist posing as the President of the United States of America stood before the entire world and said that henceforth the USA cares more about the fossil fuel industry’s profit margin THAN THE ENTIRE PLANET EARTH.

Clean air?  Nope, fuck that we want more oil.  Clean water?  Fuck that, we want more coal.  CO2 in the atmosphere?  Fuck that, drill baby, drill (to quote another right wing shit for brains).

My first thought when I heard this idiocy was that the states should all sign the Paris Climate Agreement on their own.  If the federal government won’t do the right thing then forget them, let the states do it.  Wouldn’t you know it, today a bunch of state Governors are talking about doing exactly that.  Charlie Baker, I’m looking at you.  Do the right thing.  Don’t be a Vichy collaborator.  I don’t care which party you belong to, don’t be a friggin’ fascist piece of trash.  Do the right thing.

Now a full day later the thought going through my anti-fascist head is that I seriously want to buy an electric car and put solar panels on my roof.

 

*Randy Rhodes died in a plane crash in 1982 at the ripe old age of 25.  Are Randy and Ozzy still friends?  No, because Randy died 35 years ago.  Is that how you start a mortality talk with your kid?  Urgh.