Is your money that good?

Watching the House impeachment managers’ making their case against the twice-impeached ex-president this week, I’ve had a hard time restraining myself from driving into DC and bitch slapping every damned R senator. I mean—how they can view footage of them missing by seconds being caught by a rampaging mob that wouldn’t have cared whose blood they shed barely a month ago in the very Capitol in which they are sat right now and stick to their pre-determined acquittal vote is just beyond me.

A bigger pack of jellyweases—morals of a weasel on the spine of a jellyfish—you would be hard-pressed to find anywhere on the planet.

So when I went fishing for something musical to express my contempt for these empty husks of humanoids, the piece that came to mind was Bob Dylan’s “Masters of War.” He wrote it about the military-industrial complex (which still exists today—yay!) of the Vietnam War era, but his description of the slimy, cowardly, bloated fat cats living off the taxpayers’ dollars and blood certainly applies to the likes of Lindsey Graham, Marco Rubio, Ted Cruz, John Kennedy, Mitch McConnell, Josh Hawley, Rand Paul, Rick Scott and all the rest of them.

I’m giving you Eddie Vetter singing it at the 30^th Anniversary Tribute concert for Dylan. That rage-howling you hear in the background is me.

 

 

Waddling on water

Yes, it was cold on Monday. How cold? Parts of the ponds at the corporate HQ behind me froze, and ducks and geese looked like they were walking across the surface.

Naturally, I have evidence:

 

 

Frozen

When I went out on Monday morning, it was quite cold. Temps probably in the 20s. This means that what yesterday were just puddles had been a form of ice sculpture.

Now, getting used to this new camera phone, and the glare on the screen meant that some of my shots were crap shoots as to what was actually in the frame:

And I'm really sorry I messed up on these, because this frozen puddle had an Art Deco vibe to it.

But others were just gorgeous to me:

Even the melting ice on my plastic patio table had its moment of glory:

Don’t get me wrong—I’m ready for it to warm up. But I’m glad I got to see the water this way.

 

 

 

Game over

On my morning walk yesterday, I came across my neighbor’s recycling bin:

I’m guessing this was Super Bowl related.

 

 

Gratitude Monday: Snow in the morning

We got another snow dump here in the District They Call Columbia yesterday morning. By noon it had pretty much turned to rain, but while it was still white, I got a few shows with my new smartphone camera.

Clearly I have a lot to learn about using this one, but still—I’m grateful for all the beauty around me, as well as for a warm, dry place to shelter.