Junk Food Gas

We have no housing suggestions at this time.--Toomey's regional offices

I was a little more unkind to Jayne Anne's legacy than I had intended to be here, was mildly surprised Niume allowed me the ventilation, and shall perhaps make up for it at a later date. I cannot remember much about Fast Lanes or Black Tickets, and have yet to restart the earlier vignettes which earned the studiously silent professor her acclaim; no, I am not pouting that she will not respond to me; I simply thought emailing her would be the fastest method to get a copy of my poem back. I may even no longer have a draft, and murderous contempt for vacant Christian idiots doesn't solve the problem, does it now?

I know the alt.right doesn't give a fig leaf for my liberal brown nosing, blow upon blow. The state GOP, Toomey. They seek my loyalty, my monetary support, and if I have committed nearly irrevocable acts against black monolithic bull dykes, as long as the lava vein doesn't lead to property damage, who cares? So why have I switched sides? Because Toomey would have evicted me by now; there may have been some humiliation involved, but not this slithering nigger poison on its daily saline drip, and I like straight forward talk, think the man got the CIL to declaw my supervisor. The most cognizant rationale I've read about McConnell's breach of Beltway decorum, allowing the Garland nomination to expire, was that the party wanted to keep Scalia's seat solidly conservative: I've enough independence of mind left to be critical of "unicarmelizing" the federal legislature. It only gives libertarians more fuel, as we all grow more suspicious.


Sure, Obama disillusioned me, and his policies did jack to help me, as quads are always dismissed, third class humans, at best, if we require too much mending, but he was still the president. Trump wants the same respect, and in that light, Garland should have had a hearing. Gorsuch gets in, yes, but after I am dead, does Scotus become a dog and pony show off Broadway? If I can be nearing 55-- just barely, and be cynically disgusted, it is quite an erosion. Mr. Delvechio's history student, 36 years ago, was a patriot. She believed in her country. Philadelphia, as a chronic condition, destroyed that by the time the broken half-wit from the Bronx proposed to me. I think I was 42, thinking I'd stay well built for a while. Now I am ejecting myself from the inglorious projects which consumed health, virility. We'll see if JFK security shoos me off, like a mad woman, if I present myself to the Senator's staff, in the interim.

Vow to Nominate

For those whom might have forgotten that Americans are governed by constitutional separation of powers, it is Barack Obama's duty to nominate a jurist for the Supreme Court. France 24's feed almost intimates that the 44th president thinks the opposition might yank this constitutional power out from under him. Spastic assumed death in chambers might overtake Ginsberg, or Thomas, not Scalia, a man whom spastic had intended to quote on originalism for the benefit of conservatives who like Cruz: in the parlance of the document "says what it says," Cruz'es nomination as the GOP candidate-- not that spastic assumes the senator prevails on the run-- will cause a constitutional crisis, one not meant to be debated by a SCOTUS in even numbers, as parents with disabled children loosen their dandruff on the supposition that I need a new blog title.

Not really. Entertainment is a big tent, and there is a play in circulation about Antonin arguing with one of his occasionally hired liberal clerks. Have to go boil potatoes and get some hot coffee into me. I have been feeling a little better, ashamedly living off my father, which isn't sustainable. Got a smoothie into me, which reset my pulmonary decline back to normal, unless metastasis has emerged, being of an age where it could. Even adversaries concede Antonin was colorful. Liberals who felt he should resign for litigating policy now have what they wanted, the old fashioned way. My condolences, showered generously.