Good lord, another week down, and it’s already August. I’ve been hammered at work. I have a project that is overdue, and another that has to be done from ground zero by our customer event in October.
It’s been a funny week, since I spend most of my day listening to news and podcasts while I work. Nutty stuff happening right and left. That said, I’m outta here early to head out for the weekend.
Apparently, Harris’ staff has an attrition rate of 92%. This is a sign of an unstable manager, a psychopath, or a turbo-karen.
Speaking of Senorita DEI, Huwhite dudes for Kamala held a zoom call. Your man card…Turn it in. And while you’re at it, you can deposit your testicles in that bucket. Clearly you aren’t using them.
Found on Facebook:
What’s terrifying to me is low-watt hu-white dudes for Kamala taking campaign bluster out of context and wadding up their panties. Your man card…Turn it in.
I suggest trying some of these, to help the symptoms:
Normally, my impulse would be to post that as a reply. But that would break my long standing rule of not posting anything but dog pics on facebook.
Seriously, they’ve turned the gaslighting up to 11 in a way that would make Joseph Goebbels blush. You can’t believe a word from them. I suggest reading Vox Day’s ‘SJWs Always Lie‘. Works for lefties too.
SJWs always lie
They always double down
And they always project
In that order. Whatever they accuse OrangeMan of, you can be certain it’s something they are doing.
Turns out, white women are in on the fun too. I agree with the author. I think this woke BS has run it’s course and people are sick of it. I’ve seen a lot of articles saying so. They apparently didn’t get the memo, judging by the campaign crap they’ve been putting out. I had the misfortune of hearing some audio on the radio as I was on the way somewhere. The memory of that annoying voice still makes me woozy and causes shrinkage. I didn’t think you could absorb estrogen through audio.
I got a belly laugh seeing this:
Hank says it. I can’t stand Windows poaching my docs to feed their cloud. I have backups, I have dropbox. I don’t need or want onedrive.
Speaking of the disloyal opposition, they’ve been throwing shade on Trump for showing up with a bandage on his ear. To which, the meme factory went into high gear:
I walked past a woman in a mask whilst walking the dogs. Outside. In the heat. With a 15mph southwest breeze blowing. Masks are literally the MAGA hats of the left.
I think I may be in love.
FWIW, I would vote for a woman, and have in the past. I just don’t want to vote for Nicolás Maduro with a vagina.
Look at this cutie:
A blue eyed corgi. He was up for adoption at Take Me Home Pet Rescue. Gone now, I guess. He’s not on their site. Maybe they haven’t updated it yet. I damn near got a third dog.
Sure. I need that like I need a hole in my head.
If you are in DFW, check them out. Both of my dogs came from them.
Got this with my ammo order. I’m such a blade ho:
Made in the US of A Buck. Cool handle, feels light. Damn blade looks like it has an asymmetrical bevel, probably not on purpose, that was put there with an 80 grit belt sander. Fuggin sad. Since I’m overdue on a kitchen knife sharpening session, I’ll fix it. Shame I have to do that.
When it got hot, I made the choice to wake up early, with every intention of getting the dogs walked early and get a jump on my day. For the most part, it didn’t work. I’d loaf about, doing some work, surfing the web, listening to morning radio. I’d take a break at 9 and walk the mutts, just as it’s heating up.
Today, I had a dopey meeting at 9, so I got out early, as I intended. Wow! I’mma do that from now on. It was 78 degrees, no humidity, nice breeze. Sprinklers ran last night so there was this fresh watered lawn smell in the air. Super nice. Even Aria started to groove:
She decided she needed a roll on the grass for a bit in the park. I just had to stand there like a twat and wait for her groove to be over.
Nikolai has some financial advice. Getting out of debt and saving dough is a smart move. What he’s talking about there is somehow getting yourself F-U money.
One of the blessings of my divorce is that I have no debt and nearly a year’s take home pay in the bank, even as my retirement plan recovers from the hit. I have a little credit card debt, not much, and a note on my motorcycle that is more of a nuisance than a burden.
I met with my retirement planner and was stunned that she didn’t covet the proceeds from my house sale. We had a very similar discussion to this post, planning for emergencies and whatnot.
I plan and think much more before spending money. When I go to move, which I most certainly will, I can afford to move a month early then worry about the battle with the owner later. He doesn’t cough up the house and pet deposit, he will find himself in court where he will cough that up along with punitive damages.
Get fit. Get out of Debt. Learn to live simply. It’s freedom.
All I got. Have a great weekend!
Inspected By Pat 