I really miss being in Belgium.
I totally agree. I read Grandpa Get Off My Lawn’s speech and ricocheted between, “What the hell is he talkin’ about” and “That’s a fuckin’ lie.” But then I saw the glowing reviews of the speech and thought, “What the hell are they talkin’ about,” and “That’s a fuckin’ lie.”
When Grandpappy Amos McCoy shuffles off his mortal coil, the first thing they better say in his obituary is he gave us Lady Gov. Mooselini and helped make it possible for an apricot-hued shitgibbon babyman to bring his merry band of grifters to D.C. so they could shit on the White House lawn.
The apricot soaked pussy grabber brought in an investment banking goon last week to take over his communications staff. As you know, Spicey quit.
But now all hell is breaking loose.
Here’s what Ryan Lizza of the New Yorker wrote today about the goon, who thinks it’s cool that people call him “The Mooch”:
[Anthony] Scaramucci’s first public appearance as communications director was a slick and conciliatory performance at the lectern in the White House briefing room last Friday. He suggested it was time for the White House to turn a page. But since then, he has become obsessed with leaks and threatened to fire staffers if he discovers that they have given unauthorized information to reporters. Michael Short, a White House press aide considered close to Priebus, resigned on Tuesday after Scaramucci publicly spoke about firing him. Meanwhile, several damaging stories about Scaramucci have appeared in the press, and he blamed Priebus for most of them. Now, he wanted to know whom I had been talking to about his dinner with the President. Scaramucci, who initiated the call, did not ask for the conversation to be off the record or on background.
“Is it an assistant to the President?” he asked. I again told him I couldn’t say. “O.K., I’m going to fire every one of them, and then you haven’t protected anybody, so the entire place will be fired over the next two weeks.”
I asked him why it was so important for the dinner to be kept a secret. Surely, I said, it would become public at some point. “I’ve asked people not to leak things for a period of time and give me a honeymoon period,” he said. “They won’t do it.” He was getting more and more worked up, and he eventually convinced himself that Priebus was my source.
“They’ll all be fired by me,” he said. “I fired one guy the other day. I have three to four people I’ll fire tomorrow. I’ll get to the person who leaked that to you. Reince Priebus—if you want to leak something—he’ll be asked to resign very shortly.” The issue, he said, was that he believed Priebus had been worried about the dinner because he hadn’t been invited. “Reince is a fucking paranoid schizophrenic, a paranoiac,” Scaramucci said. He channelled Priebus as he spoke: “ ‘Oh, Bill Shine is coming in. Let me leak the fucking thing and see if I can cock-block these people the way I cock-blocked Scaramucci for six months.’ ” (Priebus did not respond to a request for comment.)
Scaramucci was particularly incensed by a Politico report about his financial-disclosure form, which he viewed as an illegal act of retaliation by Priebus. The reporter said Thursday morning that the document was publicly available and she had obtained it from the Export-Import Bank. Scaramucci didn’t know this at the time, and he insisted to me that Priebus had leaked the document, and that the act was “a felony.”
“I’ve called the F.B.I. and the Department of Justice,” he told me.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“The swamp will not defeat him,” he said, breaking into the third person. “They’re trying to resist me, but it’s not going to work. I’ve done nothing wrong on my financial disclosures, so they’re going to have to go fuck themselves.”
Scaramucci also told me that, unlike other senior officials, he had no interest in media attention. “I’m not Steve Bannon, I’m not trying to suck my own cock,” he said, speaking of Trump’s chief strategist. “I’m not trying to build my own brand off the fucking strength of the President. I’m here to serve the country.” (Bannon declined to comment.)
I really, REALLY want all of you pump truppets to burn that Steve Bannon image permanently in your head cavities, because you deserve to have that swirling through your empty skulls for the rest of your lives. You gave us this nightmare.
Storms are beautiful … when you’re watching them in time lapse in the comfort of your living room.
But being in them sucks big time. I have nightmares about seeing something like the opening storm in this piece.
From Mike Olbinski:
The work on this film began on March 28th and ended June 29th. There were 27 total days of actual chasing and many more for traveling. I drove across 10 states and put over 28,000 new miles on the ol’ 4Runner. I snapped over 90,000 time-lapse frames. I saw the most incredible mammatus displays, the best nighttime lightning and structure I’ve ever seen, a tornado birth caught on time-lapse and a display of undulatus asperatus that blew my mind. Wall clouds, massive cores, supercell structures, shelf clouds…it ended up being an amazing season and I’m so incredibly proud of the footage in this film. It wasn’t the best year in storm chasing history…but I got to chase storms and share it with you guys. All worth it.
Via Daily Kos
Next, “Key and Peele”
And then there’s Uncle Ruckus:
We’re in the midst of a heatwave in the Ville and in D.C. so thoughts immediately turn to ice cream. Since we want to be educational, let’s take a chemical tour of frozen treats (via Chemical & Engineering News):
Mmmmmmmmm! Emulsifier molecules!