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Sounded like the Japs were bombing Khoonkhwuttunne. Woke me the heck up. Crossed my mind to get under my bed. Then I realized it was thunder. LOUD. Rolling. Two huge ovations... and... then... big fat raindrops. And, silly me, I'm thinking this might finally be a livable 4th of July over the hill in Grants Pass.
God's watering my antique roses, and people's faces won't be melted to the pavement in Grants Pass this year.
It's not foggy out there. It's sunny as in way too bright for comfort out there. Sucking the water out of my roses... hours before peak temperature in any day of the year here... which almost always means places like Grants Pass and Redding have been unbearably hot since 8am already, almost as unbearably hot as they are when it's foggy here.
I do NOT do heat well.
And I no longer trust Donald to do the right things. I don't know WTF jogged him off course but he's waaaaay the fuck off course, and it's upset Elon more than anyone else in his orbit. Elon has always had great difficulty with anger management. He gets SO angry when his sense of justice, of right and wrong, of decency, of propriety are bitch-slapped like this.
I feel his pain.
I keep linking All-In's interview with Howard Lutnick again because it illustrates in NO uncertain terms what was the plan and what Donald has done to it. Maybe Elon's going overboard, but also maybe you should recognize the size of the betrayal before you join the propagandized minions in witless disregard for the truth.
The weather's bonkers....
pipe up any time....
