October 5

OK, guys, it's Monday and we've survived the weekend from Hell. So maybe we really just need to take a moment and pause to eat a warm butter croissant and settle down a little with a nice hot mug of coffee. We've got a lot to forget -- 

(1) last week's "debate"

(2) a president, who mocked others for wearing face masks, apparently so attention-starved that he had his Secret Service detail drive him, in an armored SUV, in a loop around the hospital where he was recovering from Covid-19 (Karma!), all the better to wave to his dozens of adoring fans gathered outside. Your blogger is convinced he wanted to shake off those loud BOOS and chants of "VOTE HIM OUT" that greeted him and his former escort wife (but hey, at least she's not responsible for Eric) while standing atop those marble steps that bore the casket of RBG, and -- wait for it --

(3) this surreal deception: Last weekend the White House released photos of Trump "hard at work" while being treated at Walter Reed hospital (my heart goes out to the memory of Walter Reed). "Senior advisor" Ivanka tweeted the photos with this caption: "Nothing can stop him from working for the American people. RELENTLESS!" (obviously she learned the ALL CAPS emphasis from daddy). Close-ups of the images, however, showed that he was just signing a blank piece of paper. The time stamps indicated that the obviously staged photos were taken just ten minutes apart, although they depict the president in two different office settings.

Can't say that Hillary didn't warn us. So have another mug or three as we brace ourselves for the reality-TV experience that is America's remaining four week run-up to a presidential election. Perhaps there will never be a better time to try one of those alcohol-infused coffee drinks BEFORE LUNCH (all-caps emphasis). Let's break out the rum, brandy, rye whiskey, bourbon, Kahlua, cognac, vermouth and/or assorted liqueurs -- cremes de whatevers -- not to mention dollops of heavy cream. In short, whatever it takes to lurch through another week in Trumpland.

Cheers, fellas!

So how about we help ourselves to a generous serving of tan lines to take our minds off things, shall we?

We shall.

 

 

 

 

 

Fresh pair:

Well-groomed lads: