For Cee’s FOTD. Hoping she will soon be well and back with us, sending us flowers back!!!
Heather Cox Richardson,Oct 19, 2024
A number of people telling me we needed a night off had almost convinced me not to write tonight.But then Trump spoke at a rally in Latrobe, Pennsylvania, where he told a long, meandering story about golfing legend Arnold Palmer that ended with praise for Palmer’s… anatomy.
He went on to call Vice President Kamala Harris—whose name he deliberately mispronounced—“a sh*t vice president. The worst. You’re the worst vice president. Kamala, you’re fired. Get the hell out of here, you’re fired. Get out of here. Get the hell out of here, Kamala.”
As Trump’s remarks got weirder and weirder, the Fox News Channel cut away and instead showed Harris being cheered at a packed, exuberant, super-charged rally in Georgia.
Trump’s speech comes on top of his repeated backing out of interviews and his bizarre appearances. Last night, his advice to an audience in Detroit to vote took its own wild turn: “Jill, get your fat husband off the couch,” he said. “Get that fat pig off the couch. Tell him to go and vote for Trump, he’s going to save our country. Get that guy the hell off our— get him up, Jill, slap him around. Get him up. Get him up, Jill. We want him off the couch to get out and vote.”
Trump’s performances over the past few days seem to confirm that the 2024 October surprise is the increasingly obvious mental incapacity of the Republican candidate for president.
It seems clear that a vote for Trump is really a vote for his running mate, Ohio senator J.D. Vance, who if he becomes president will be the youngest American president in our history. At 40 years old, he is two years younger than Theodore Roosevelt was when he took office in 1901 at 42. Vance would also be one of the least experienced presidents ever. His 18 months in the Senate has given him only slightly more experience in office than Chester Alan Arthur, who succeeded James Garfield in 1881. Arthur was a political operative who had never held elected office at all before becoming vice president.
I’m going to leave you tonight with my friend Peter Ralston’s image of Maine’s Atlantic puffins, in whose expressions I am reading the consternation that speaks for me right now.
I’ll be back at the wheel tomorrow.
[Image by Peter Ralston, “Four Razorbills with Puffins.”]
Notes:
You can find Peter and his wife Terri at the studio in Rockport, Maine, or at www.ralstongallery.com
https://www.newsweek.com/donald-trump-arnold-palmer-comments-ibaffle-1971769
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Welcome to “The Numbers Game #44”. Today’s number is 165. To play along, go to your photos file and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find under that number and include a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title.
This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below. Below are my contributions to the album:
Click on first photo to enlarge all photos. Then click on the arrows!
All Hallow’s Eve
Scratches on the door and screeches in the night
Swarms of ghoulish children determined to incite
lots of sighs of terror as a shiny harvest moon
rises to full height to a werewolf’s keening tune
accompanied by the rattle of locks attached to chains
dragged along the sidewalks to create refrains
to the ghostly moanings that can’t be soothed by reason,
thanks to macabre images of this ghastly season.
The front gate of the haunted house swings upon its hinges
as warlocks and zombies await us at the fringes
of the woods that we must cross if we are bent on meeting
all our fellow ghosts and witches bent on Halloweening.
Prompt words for the Sunday Whirl Wordle are: scratches screeches soothes fringe image sighs locks shiny rises swarm ghoulish night
Knackless
Whether you have talent is a subject that is moot.
So far you’ve written nothing that has won you much repute.
All the latent talent that you’ve meant to expose
has turned out to be nothing but the emperor’s new clothes.
Your instruction manuals have ended up intractable,
and all the plays you’ve written have ended up unactable.
All your readers joke that instead of a word user
you’ve proven repeatedly that you’re a word abuser.
The SOCS prompt is “Starts with Kn”
MVB’s prompt for the day is Silence
The words for Fibbing Friday are:
1. Rubaboo: What you do when you hit your arm hard against something!
2. Wampum: What you should do to a fresh date.
3. Taradiddle: What Rhett called his affair with Scarlett!
4. Yitten?: What the shy cowboy asked the school marm to ask her out to dinner.
5. Dingus: What the hit and run driver did.
6. Pronk: What the stuffy British governess called the joke pulled on her by her charges.
7. Fipple: A cross between a fig and an apple.
8. Bupkis: What be the opposite of a down kiss.
9. Deckled: What the ship’s officer did to the pretty new passenger.
10. Brouhaha: A giggle prompted by lofting a few too many beers!!!
My garden will be one of the six shown in this garden tour and art show on Saturday, Oct. 19 in the Raquet club. I’ll also be selling my books in the art show. More info below:
Here’s a teaser of a small part of my gardens, that include the lot next door that I purchased and am in the process of turning into a sculpture park. If we can get it installed in time, Isidro Xilonxochitl will be showing one of his large sculptures there.
The pictures below are a few shots of my upper garden. Click on photos to enlarge.