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Friday, November 17, 2017

sweet home alabama

I wanted to add something more about  kids these days, but saved it for my reply to whatever the dawgs said about the subject, but apparently they are not interested.  Beagles is on the hunt and thinking ahead about dressing (shouldn't it be undressing?) deer, and Old Dog is into mozzarella cheese.  I guess mozzarella cheese is fine for pizza, but who would eat it by itself?  When I first moved back to Chicago, the home of Italian beef, I was shocked that people would order it with mozzarella cheese.  Thirty-two years later I am still shocked.

And now Old Dog is talking about chocolate cheese, and I guess by his next post he will be on chocolate cheese ice cream. I have pointed out previously that old unmarried guys are prone to crackpot ideas because we don't have wifey to tell us that  is the stupidest thing that they have ever heard, and speaking of stupid why don't you get your stupid ass up on that ladder and clean the stupid gutters?  Myself I try to get out a little bit and maybe that helps, but I don't know about Old Dawg.

But he has brought up the subject of male sexual misconduct which is all the rage these days and the unlikely pair of Judge Roy Moore and Smilin' Al Franken.


The Judge is by far the more interesting one, in that he has been more interesting before all this shit blew up, and I am not even talking about being tossed off the Alabama supreme court twice. I am talking about him being Donald Trump's, Donald Trump, defeating the Donald's own man in the primary by accusing him of being too insider, now being backed by Bannon who now leads The Church of Donald Trump without Donald Trump, though its whispered that he still whispers into an ear of amber hue.  

About seven accusers, as of this morning, have come forth on the touchy issue of touching teen-aged girls when you are pushing middle age.  To him it was apparently some kind of courtship, and there is strain of bible thumpers (older men) who favor older men marrying young girls before they have had too much of that book learning, so that they can be proper helpmates and obey the master of the house like the bible intends.  Now this negates Ken's advantage of having somebody to tell you that your crackpot ideas are crackpot, but here we are not talking about  someplace civilized like the northern swamp, we are talking about Bama.  

In any case he pretty much denies the whole thing.  Did either of the Dawgs witness men in suits claiming that his signature in one of the young ladies' yearbook did not match what they claimed was his actual signature, which you couldn't actually tell from photocopies so they needed the young lady to take the book to some neutral site where their handwriting expert could examine it?  I do declare those folks down there should spend more time sitting in the shade drinking sweet tea and less time standing out there in the hot sun wearing suits.

Meanwhile back in Washington his fellow reps hate the guy, they all believe the women and think he should bow out, except for Amber Ears who doesn't want this believing of women accusers becoming a fad because he has his own covey.


Like all good liberals, I hated to see Al fall.  Well I think it's more of a little stumble, a sloppy stolen kiss eleven years ago when he was still a civilian in the mad world of showbiz, and that photo which was clearly a joke, and she is wearing a Kevlar vest, what's the big deal?  But it's a big deal because Al is a liberal and a democrat, and we live and breathe by this stuff.  He clearly remembers the incident differently, but to describe how is to call the woman a liar, to call the wronged woman a liar. 

The amber-eared one can do that till the cows come home because reps don't mind, but Al is with the dems and in some shit.  He has said he is fine with McConnell investigating him because what else can he say?  Women these days, seems like they would like to get us all into the hoosegow so they won't have to waste so much time calling us crackpots and put that time towards inventing a gutter cleaning machine.

A long weekend ahead, I suggest Old Dawg goes out and gets some more popcorn and maybe brew up a mozzarella chocolate topping.  Yum yum.  .     

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