Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
Cool?“I’m very concerned for [the president’s] life. And James Comey, in my view, should be held accountable and put behind bars for this.” — DNI Tulsi Gabbard
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“Cool shell formation on my beach walk,” Jim Comey, former FBI Director wrote on Instagram about the message “86 47” laid out in seashells on the sand that he came across, innocently. You’d have to ask yourself: what was “cool” about that, exactly? Especially if, as Mr. Comey claimed on X soon after, that he didn’t know what it meant. Are things that you don’t understand “cool”? Is it just “cool” to learn that you can spell stuff out with seashells? (Who knew?)
Maybe he was surprised to learn that people other than Jim Comey fans might see his cute coded clip and conclude that it wasn’t such an innocent little gag. “47,” of course, refers to Donald Trump in the cavalcade of US presidents. Among the not-strrictly-fans was DNI Tulsi Gabbard, who went on TV hours later and said that Mr. Comey should go to prison for it — in so many words. You must suppose she meant after the appropriate procedures: an FBI deposition, a grand jury, an indictment, a trial. After all that, we’d probably get to the bottom of what JC meant by “cool.”
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Now, it happens that in this new milieu of memes flying around every which way, the code “86 47” is not a complete mystery. It is apparently employed casually in settings where angry citizens gather to denounce the president. “86” is a term in restaurant kitchens when there is no more of an item that a waiter just brought in an order for. “Eighty-six on the monkfish, Carla,” the line-cook might yell. Apparently, mobsters like the phrase, too, for its pithiness: “Ay, somebody, go eighty-six that stronzo Rocco Vaselino, already! He ain’t paid da vig in a munt.” Soon, there will be no more of Rocco, you see. He will be food for the hellgrammites in the soil of the Jersey pine barrens. . . .
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You’ll go to jail for a long time if you’re a nobody and call someone a bad word or won’t bake a cake – just on somebody’s word. If you’re “somebody”, nothing will happen to you even with irrefutable evidence – you can get away with literal murder. That judge they arrested in Minnesota did something else not mentioned and they came after her to put her back in her place – but I’ll bet nothing serious comes of it unless she really screwed something (else) up, otherwise, many judges and politicians would face indictment (the entire Denver city management perhaps?).
“86” to me means “get rid of the bum” – such as “I was 86’d from the bar last night“. Comey meant exactly what people are saying he meant … he’s been saying similar for years now. Whether he personally follows through (doubtful} or was just issuing orders (likely), nothing serious will happen to him personally.
Getting tired of hearing about “investigations” and “due process” with no results. I want to see some of these **** tossed into the general population at one of the finer establishments – perhaps along the lines of San Quentin … or perhaps that one in the tropical paradise of El Salvador. (Better yet, a rope in public)
It’s a pretty picture. Didn’t mean to go off on an ugly tangent. Mellow, DT, mellow …
Speaking of tangent, we’re in full blown air conditioning weather now and we’ll probably stay that way til Oct. The heat part is doable, about 79 right now – and sitting on the shaded porch is good, but here in my office the humidity is difficult. No more cold days. Lot’s of rain though.
It’s been a week since I mowed the yard and it needs it again already. My rider weighs 600+ pounds and with my ass propped up on it you’re looking at 800 lbs sinking down into the wet yard with clay underneath. So I usually wait about 3 days after it rains before I mow. I also hate to deal with wet clumps of grass hung up under the mower deck.
And I still need to run the insecticide fogger over the whole compound.
2 work projects have been dragging me backwards for months and I’m getting tired of it. REAL tired, and I may have more to say on this later.
Turned back into spring this week. Cooler temperatures (60s/30s) and wet. Of course, you’d probably consider it dry … at least I would have back when I lived in the Great Lakes region. Back to early summer next week if the weather report is to be believed. Daffodils gone, tulips gone except for a straggler or two. Irises in mid-bloom; some gone, some still budding. Grass needs mowing more often than I feel the need to run the mower. Not enough lawn to need a rider. Need something stronger to fight back the sagebrush though … but it doesn’t spread quickly. Not enough bugs to require foggers and too many honeybees to want to kill them off anyway.
I need to be back in your region in July/August. I do NOT care for humidity. Causes excessive amounts of strange fluids to leak out of me in places fluids shouldn’t come from.
it IS a pretty picture. Sunflowers in your yard?
I believe they might be brown eyed susans.
Here’s a picture of some pretty flowers from my yard yesterday. This is an Argentine Giant surrounded by Lantana.
There’s a lot to be said for the deep deserts in spring. I sometimes miss living in the deserts (Las Vegas when it was small, Tucson when it was small, Inyokern area before CA got too crazy). One time I wanted to be a reverse snowbird. Southern deserts in the summer, Idaho/Montana in the winter.
It got’s pointy thangz all over it!
luvlay tho
Lovely!
Brown-eyed susans in a field nearby. My wife grows Kansas-sized sunflowers (7-8ft high). They’re just now coming out – about 3 inches high right now.
Well how was I supposed to know?
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Both are beautiful.