Another Warm And Muggy And Overcast Morning Coffee Muses

Whenever I start a day and there’s no sun but the temperature is already pushing 70 degrees, I find it hard to believe the calendar. This isn’t a normal February.

Even the cows are complaining. You almost never hear them even though they share my back property line. I was just mentioning to Sherry how I was surprised they were normally so quiet… today they laid lie to that assumption.

I think I’ve figured out the Trump plan… It’s do absurd stuff every day, lie, obfuscate, do everything to prove your critics are right… knowing full well that your voters will never hear of it through your propaganda machine at Faux. If the conservatives who put this puppet in office ever come to understand what he is doing to America, it’ll be a pitchfork at the castle door moment. But as long as they only hear the propaganda, he’s safe. But me, I wouldn’t sleep well thinking all those hard working folks might one day wake up and smell the coffee and the stink will bring them looking for the wizard behind the curtain. That day won’t be a pretty one for the Trump  brand… it’ll be fire sale time in Trumpland.

And on that thought… Have a great day again America.