is the emperor gelded?

It strikes me that perhaps Mitch may have been somewhat in the Beagles mode of not being in the camp of either the sucks or the rebels, since it seems they both disliked him, but again, that does not mean that he wasn't an asshole.  Maybe he was like one of those ancient Greek philosophers who behaved so as to outrage the populace to get their attention.  Or maybe he just had B O.

There is also a matter of tribes, the sucks and the rebs, the dems and the reps, they all have specific issues that separate them, but they are also different groups of people, like Cubs and Sox fans.  If the sucks wanted to paint the lunchroom red, don't you think the rebs would wanted it painted blue?

Anyway I think my tribe has landed a fatal blow on Trump.  I was surprised that he caved.  I thought he would hold out until the republican senators were forced to go against him, but I have noticed that there are rare instances when the clear light of reason filters past those blondie strands.  I was watching before he made the announcement and they had the cameras trained on the rose garden for like half an hour before he showed up.  I expect there was plenty of browbeating going on. 


While it is a balmy 17 degrees here, it is eight below in Cheboygan.  We can expect that weather Tuesday and Wednesday with lows around twenty below.  And still all of feb to go.  I wandered down to the little store yesterday to buy a bottle of pop, and their tv had some golf tournament, all green and wavy grass and folks in shortsleeves and shorts.  Whole nother world my friends.  You know it's not so hard to remember something twenty, thirty years ago, but look out your window now and try to remember when it was summer out there, it seems like it was in another lifetime.


You know I seemed to remember Spaghetti O's as Franco-American, but when I googled them in came up Campbells so that's what I went with.  I reckon Campbells bought out Franco-American, too bad, a nice little irony there, the French making Italian food which is really just American food that no Italian would eat.  But those French, you know, they love Jerry Lewis, so who knows.


My can of Dinty Moore (I bought the thick squat can which is how I remember it in my youth) is sitting on my shelf awaiting the tasting on one of those upcoming twenty below days I think, maybe a stale roll to go with it.  Which makes me think of hardtack.  Isn't that some Alaskan thing, the gluten version of beef jerky?

I've never noticed a peculiar taste in canned goods, but I do remember sandwhiches wrapped in waxed paper, and maybe especially inside a brown paper bag with things like maybe an apple and a small bag of chips and siting in a locker all morning on a hot summer day.  I have to say I grew rather fond of that particular taste, like aging a rare cheese maybe.