The United States of Uh ... merica is under a polar assault and a fair part of Uh...merica is freezing. So given the consequential nature of global climate change, it isn't like people weren't warned. So it goes and the cold is what it is ... cold. Freaking cold. So gaddanged cold it hurts to breath. So gaddanged cold that politicians are staying indoors and avoiding any activity related to human-esque behavior. So gaddanged cold that dementia j. trump has already declared himself the winner of Iowa's 'freeze-your-ass-off'n-your-carcass'. (you see what I did there? I switched 'caucus for carcass. pretty dang cerebral no doubt) As of the time I keyboarded up this here screed, it's still Monday afternoon and the Iowa caucus hasn't even begun. I suppose we'll all know come Tuesday morning. Or not. Or ... who cares. I really don't. Care. For the Iowa caucus. For dementia j. trump. HOWEVER ... a way out here in desert wonderland, we once again topped off the outside ambient air temperature at a close to comfortable 60 degrees Fahrenheit. Now the world can know the reason for living in the Mojave Desert is a 60 degree Fahrenheit January afternoon. It's tough you know. Really tough ... Now for Tuesday machine art and please send space heaters to your friends and relatives living in Arctic Uh ... merica.
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did you know that dementia j. trump IS NOT in Iowa to celebrate his "glorious victory" over American law and order? trump was heard from Mar-A-Lago to be chanting "treason is my claim to fame and sedition is my game." 😐
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