It's a crime

In honor of the Kleptocrat’s latest massive theft from the US treasury—the “settlement” his acting Attorney General handed him of $1.8B to disburse as he sees fit to his minions, today’s earworm is Pink Floyd’s “Money”.

Thanks, Republicans—we are so fucked.

 

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No matter where you go...

I’ve noticed in my walks around The People’s Republic that street signs at intersections sometimes seem to get turned around. But this one:

I mean—okay?

 

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Moving messages

It’s been a while since I’ve don an installment of vanity plates, and boy-howdy, they do pile up. So here’s a batch for you:

Um...

Often parked in the lot next to the W&OD Trail.

On a Volvo:

Presumably Seahawks fans.

Not sure about this. I'd have read it as Raider Family (I've long since lost track of where the Raiders play; they're absolute whores); the logo is for the Washington Capitals (ice hockey); and the frame is Team USA. I just dunno.

An alum, I presume:

I was shooting this one in the Trader Joe parking lot when the M of this plate came out. Her name is Muriel, her husband's David, Gray is the surname and she's a retired nurse.

Not sure at all:

Nice use of the local sportsball logo:

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Everyone's a critic

Last Wednesday I posted about the new tag on the American Dream Way bridge.

Thursday morning it had been removed.

Sic transit gloria mundi.

 

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Gratitude Monday: At last

A small gratitude today. After about eight years of making pizza most Friday nights, I am happy to report that I’m finally producing pies that are recognizably round.

If you had any notion of how misshapen my pizza have been for years, you’d kvell with me.

(One of my colleagues at my last job used to say his pizzas looked like the Elephant Man, and mine were right up there.)

Yes—it will not change the world, and I bury it right away with arugula anyhow. But it’s a small victory, and I am grateful for it.

 

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