Tryn' to fool the public

At time of writing, the Kleptocrat is in Beijing, having his ass handed to him by Xi Jinping, although it’s unlikely that fact will have penetrated to the porridge that sloshes inside his cranium. He’ll come back raving about “the deal” he made, when basically Xi gave him bupkis.

Cf. the big “summit” he held with Putin in August, when KGB Daddy left even before lunch.

Anyway, I think today’s earworm needs to be “Tears of a Clown”, so here are Smokey Robinson and The Miracles to sing it for you.

 

©2026 Bas Bleu

 

Not making any friends

I don’t know what it is about Trader Joe’s parking lots that makes people just lose their minds. It may be that they tend to be relatively small (unless the store is in a larger shopping center)—the lot in the original TJ, on Arroyo Parkway in Pasadena, had maybe 20 slots, and very limited on-street availability. Come the holidays it was not unusual to see people in BMWs and Benzes come to near-blows over a space.

The lot in The People’s Republic is larger than that, but still—I’ve learned not to go there between about 1115 and 1330, and again 1630-1830 on weekdays; I stay away altogether on weekends. People in SUVs just camp out in the limited driving lanes, waiting until someone comes out to load their car and leave. The SUVs block everyone behind them for however long it takes.

Well, the other day I saw this (wouldn't you know it's New Jersey):

You can believe I submitted it to the “Park like an asshole” Reddit sub.

 

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Ephemera

Some time ago I posted about a grafitto in the gap under the bridge over the W&OD Trail near me. Since Dominion Power razed all the shrubbery along the trail there, a new tag showed up on the abutment:

On that stretch of trail, I almost exclusively walk from East to West, so after I noticed that art, I checked the abutment on the western side, which I never see. No tag, but signs that something had been erased.

Yesterday morning I noticed that the original work has now been sanded away:

Artists get so little respect.

 

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Sharing the trail

Since Dominion Power razed the shrubbery along the W&OD Trail in The People’s Republic, all the critters that used to live there have relocated.

But apparently a cobra chicken family finds the accommodation suitable. I’ve seen them getting their morning exercise in the past week.

 

Yesterday the mother and one gosling were walking toward me, but by the time I got my mobile out, they'd melted into the brush.

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Gratitude Monday: She never lets me down

Between SCOTUS and the Virginia Supreme Court, both the law and enfranchisement had a bad week last week.

I mean—ugh.

So I’m turning to Nature today for my gratitude, and boy, does she deliver.

Just—have some irises:

And these fuzzy things that the bees love:

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Long, cold, lonely winter

Yesterday was one of those overcast days that May has been interspersing with absolutely gorgeous, humidity-free sunshine. Just after noon, I was sitting at my computer, doing some things, when I looked up and the sun was out.

So—here’s Nina Simone singing about it.

You're welcome.

 

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Framing the message

This is a bit of a change from my usual posting on vehicular license plates, because it’s not really about the plate, which is not a vanity offering. This time it’s the plate frame, not the plate itself, that sends the message.

But also, there’s that little pink, plastic thing hanging from the bumper.

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Not a senator from Alabama (although smarter)

Okay, a while back I found the mother of all tubers at Wegman’s. I mean—it dwarfed all the other potatoes in the bin.

(I have no bananas, so here’s a paring knife for comparison.)

It made a whole bowl of mashed potatoes, with having to peel only one.

Win-win.

 

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Celebrating the overthrow of bad government

Today’s Cinco de Mayo, a holiday celebrated more widely in the US than in México. In my native California, the celebrations will have been going on for days, involving fiestas, mariachis and copious amounts of tequila y cerveza.

Also, any number of retail sales.

You may not know that Cinco de Mayo is basically a regional holiday in México, marking the defeat by forces under Ignacio Zaragoza Seguín of the invading French army at the Battle of Puebla in 1862. The victory didn’t stop the French, intent on an imperial adventure come what may. Not until 1867, when the US woke up from our own civil war and started reminding the French of the Monroe Doctrine, and adding that, gee, we have this whole army hanging around, trained, equipped and everything…did the French withdraw.

They left behind their ersatz "emperor of México", Maximilian, who had the misfortune to be an unemployed Hapsburg archduke (and possible relative of that popinjay Napoleon III), at a time when France needed a figurehead to legitimize their invasion of México. He was executed by firing squad on the orders of Benito Juárez on 19 June 1867.

Sic semper imperis.

Cinco de Mayo isn’t actually México’s independence day—that’s 16 September, when a criollo priest rallied the Mexicans to drive the Spaniards out in 1810. It’s kind of like the Fourth of July in the US—there wasn’t a major military victory, but the very act of declaring that enough is enough is the point at which a nation grows out of a colony.

Father Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla inspired his countrymen with “el grito de Dolores” (“Cry of Dolores). This was something along the lines of, “Long live Our Lady of Guadalupe, death to bad government and death to the Spaniards!” The Battle of Guanjuato followed a few days later, the war was on and the Spanish didn’t actually acknowledge México’s independence until 1821.

But back to the celebration at hand. It’s really a occasion to revel in the heritage of the Mexican immigrants to this country. I don’t remember it as a kid in LA, but by the 80s it was big time. At this particular time, it seems to me more important than ever to consider the multiple cultural threads that are woven into the American tapestry.

For me, I might go for just one shot of reposado, to drink to the death to bad government. That’s always something worthy of toasting.

¡Viva la Revolución!

 

©2026 Bas Bleu

Gratitude Monday: Nature laying it on

Today I am grateful for the poetry of Spring—all the colors that envelop us as Nature throws off Winter’s coat.

I’m grateful for brisk temperatures for my morning walk, as well as the lack of humidity.

I’m grateful for overnight rain that clears up before I go out.

I’m grateful for the birds who sing and the foxes running across the golf course.

Is there any better way to start the day?

 

©2026 Bas Bleu