Braggadocious whiny little traitorous bitch

We’re about halfway through Pride Month, so it seems appropriate to have something from Randy Rainbow.

Because, gurrrl, there is no one more proudly gay than Randy.

There are a lot of us who wouldn’t have made it through the last administration without Randy’s arch videos, parodies of show tunes and pop songs calling out the insanities. I used to scour Twitter for the latest drop and was never disappointed.

He hasn’t had time yet to take on the latest indictment, but here’s one from earlier this year that he did for the 34 felony counts in New York state.

 

 

SITREP: 15

It’s been 15 days since my total knee replacement surgery, so time for a sitrep.

I went in to the surgeon’s office for the first post-op checkup yesterday. Since I’ve been through this before, I have a point for comparison, and I’m not really happy about where I am. When I went in for my two-week check in February, I drove to the appointment and walked without a cane. I can’t do the folding necessary to get into my car, much less drive the stick shift. And I’m using a cane for balance (although once I warm up, I can walk around the house without it.)

I did bend to 96 degrees at my PT session on Monday, but the session wore me out. That may have been the case last time around, but I don’t recall.

The PA pulled off the bandage and pronounced herself satisfied with the condition of the incision. I thought it looked gory, but now that I see the photo from February, I guess it’s about the same.

Interestingly, no real bruising on the shin as with my right leg (although some right on the knee, to the left of the incision), but whole bunch of color in the calf.

And I got basically no ankle. But I know the swelling will subside, so it’s just kind of a point of interest.

I told the PA that I’d really like to have been forwarder at this point; she thought I’m doing really well. Keep moving, keep doing the PT exercises, keep taking the meds. (She was unsurprised that I needed the heavy-duty stuff after my PT session Monday.) As she put it, “We say, ‘It’s only been two weeks.’ You think, ‘It’s been two weeks!’” So I need to reframe my thinking.

My friend took me to Trader Joe’s after the appointment, which was quite the treat. But I needed a nap after the outing. A three-hour nap.

It’s only been two weeks.

 

 

 

Sign of life

Not sure the significance, but this happened yesterday:

 

 

Not handling it

No, I’m not yet taking neighborhood walks. But here’s a shot from a couple of weeks ago.

I kinda wonder about the backstory to this. But I think I might ask about it from a distance.

 

 

 

Gratitude Monday: one set of laws

Welp, special counsel Jack Smith has indicted Cadet Bonespurs on 37 federal felony counts involving the taking and mishandling of materials that he should have left in the White House when he locked the doors, fired all the staff and scuttled off for his final ride in Air Force One on 20 January 2021.

The unsealed 49-page indictment is a wonder of clarity and also an appalling portrait of mens rea in service to unbridled narcissism.

The bastard knew he wasn’t supposed to have the files, but he wanted them and so here we are. He must appear in federal court in Miami tomorrow to be arraigned. At least he has some experience in this process, having gone through it in Manhattan in April.

He’ll get more of the same as Smith continues his investigation into the attempted coup of January 6^th. (Mark Meadows’s plea deal with Smith has to have a lot of Republicans really, really nervous right about now. This is a really, really good thing.) And as Fulton County, Ga., DA Fani Willis winds up her RICO investigation into his attempts to overturn the 2020 election results in Georgia.

Naturally, he’s fundraising off this, and he may never run out of rubes willing to send him their cigarette money “to fight the fascist Marxists of the radical left”. He’s also cycling through attorneys at a rate of knots; he may run out of law firms willing to represent him before various jurisdictions run out of felonies to charge him with.

But for now, I’m grateful that—as Smith stated on Friday—we have one set of laws that apply to everyone. I’m not so naïve as to think that the Kleptocrat is receiving truly equal treatment under the law; the fact that it’s taken more than two years to bring charges against him when anyone else who treated national security with such carelessness would have been clapped in prison while awaiting trial long ago. But at last—at long last—he is facing accountability for his crimes. At least for some of them.

Thirty-seven counts—like 10,000 lawyers at the bottom of the sea—is a good start. And that’s something to give thanks for, as we watch this drama unfold. He’s got two indictments to match his two impeachments on his trophy wall. Maybe more on the way.

Also—if Lindsey O. Graham (R-S.C.) suffers a debilitating aneurysm on air in his apoplectic outrage at justice for all, well, that’s just icing on the cake.