This is a Ron post. I forgot to put the Ron on in.
Ron on.
Bummer! Been nursin’ this sore shoulder for a week now. Slowly gettin better, and today I got up almost completely pain free. Which is a GOOD thing, a VERY good thing.
So . . . fed the furry guys and took my mornin pills. Daily Routine calls for their goin out immediately after b’fast, so I went to do that. Dark. Maybe 0545.
Now, see . . . a new rolled-up 8 X 10 area rug appeared in the house yesterday, and it’s lyin in the living room on the way to the patio door. And I tripped over it.
Natural instinct – put my arms out to break the fall. Sprained the F@%& outta that almost-healed shoulder joint. Hurts like a &*#^%@!~* now. Shi’ite!! Ruined the whole goddam day before 0600.
So my mood is not partic’larly friendly at this moment. And whatever that stuff I found in the reefer and tried to eat was apparently somebody’s idea of a cruel joke, masquerading as food when in fact it was some kinda construction material . . . wood filler and floor sweepings, I think.
Anyway, read a few blogs and remembered why I don’t watch news on TV any more. Boy, it’s relentless, the vitriol, the malevolence, the spite, the shrieking at the sky. Pelosi, Waters, Jackson-Lee . . . the entire gaggle of Dems have become rabid dogs reflexively snapping at anything slightly right of far left.
Late-nite talk-comedy shows and leftist blogs have become little more than mean-spirited political sniping forums with ad hominem insults directed exclusively at the guy Hillary says she can’t understand how he could lose a billion dollars when SHE lost even more than that on her badly-run, losing campaign.
They’re STILL calling DJT a disaster for the country, ruining our image, causing people to die, making the rich even richer, and completely ignoring the reality of numbers relating to the stock market, illegal border crossings, unemployment, Food Stamp recipients, and so on.
It’s beyond fake news, too. They’ve gone to digging in abandoned barrels and empty cookie jars and flushed-out dumpsters determined LONG ago to be not only crumb-free but fingerprint-free where Trump and family are concerned. Diet Coke addiction my butt.
“Foul varlet thou art, unfit to cinch the girdle of she who would be queen. Thou reekest of MAGA, and thy boots are caked in the vile dung of honesty” is about the best they can come up with these days.
I’m not a journalist. Don’t pretend to be one. My standards for discussion of current affairs, particularly in regard to politicians and entertainers, are MUCH higher in their ethics and honesty than those imposed upon journalists by their editors and publishers.
People like Schiff deliberately leak exaggerated or overtly fake data knowing that eventually it will be revoked and they’ll have to retract, but by then the damage is already done — to make Trump & Co. look bad, like “Say, have you stopped beating your wife yet?”
The trouble with the fake news is that once it’s out there, no amount of retraction or revision or correction or apology will take away the images created in gullible people’s minds – it’s like the judge telling a jury to disregard the last comment by the witness. Hey, Joe Schmoe mentions a pink polka-dotted hippopotamus, and NO amount of admonition from the judge can ever erase that image from their minds.
Every morning, even before rush hour, ABCNNBCBS and Morning Joe have Trump tried, convicted, and sentenced. For some odd reason, tho, by sundown he’s free. I see a trend there – CNN makes something up, Trump tweets about it, all the networks except Fox leap into the fray with “GOTCHA!”s before going on to the next fabricated “scandal,” and the stock market goes UP.
And these days, we can’t find out what’s going on in Germany, China, Syria, France, Britain, or anyplace else because all the investigative reporters and news anchors have been either fired or suspended or assigned to writing political fiction.
Well, all I can say is that every time I hear one of the Four Horsesasses of the Apocalypse, you know – Pelosi, Waters, Schumer, Clinton – mention that the tax reform will cost middle-class families money instead of savin it for ‘em, I think of the $2,500 they promised when they passed SoetoroCare on a straight party-line vote.
That . . . and if the Dems in Congress suspected for even a microsecond that those illegals they want to amnesticize and make citizens could possibly vote Republican, The Wall would’ve been up 20 years ago and visible from the Space Station.
Oh, well . . . I’m in a rotten mood, but as I’ve seen in about 3 places this morning, “Maga Covfefe.”
Ron off.
Many of my liberal friends and relatives sold their stocks the day DJT was elected and put their money into CD’s. Hehehehehehe. Nice move Dumbasses!
That’s hilarious.
My BIL is some kinda Libtard but he has a nice portfolio started for him by his Dad.
When he complains about the President I ask him how his folio is doing. He just looks at the floor.
Denny, take care of that shoulder and arm. As usual about the media spot on. It seems that each day they are digging deeper and harder, only to have nothing. Then again it is a classic trait of stupid people – keep doing the same thing and hoping for a different result.
It’s Ron, not me.
Hell – going blind and not paying attention sorry about that – Ron take care yourself anyway and you to Denny 🙂
Hey Denny;
Take care of that shoulder and arm. The media has shot their credibility so bad that even the low information voters are starting to key in on it. After a while when all you get vitriol in the news and everywhere else and the gloom and doom they are pushing don’t jive with reality, their credibility takes another hit.
Well, Ron, we all know that with the media, it’s “guilty ’til proven innocent” so you get your preferred narrative out there first. They’re also aware that in the echo chamber that exists in both Coasts, “elites” and “the educated” will have a tendency to reject anything that might lend validity to the beliefs of us poor, misguided rubes who might want to MAGA. We just ain’t smart enough to believe that-there fake news.
BTW, Chuck & Bob, I’m pretty sure that it’s Ron who took the tumble. Denny, correct me if I’m wrong.
Yeah . . . it was I. And I gotta tell ya, trippin over stuff in the dark and goin down to the port knee while absorbin the shock with the starboard shoulder ain’t for 77-year-old guys.
Docs tell me I have — can’t think of the word they use — some kind of sudden-onset arthritis. Ever’thing’s fine, then BANG! — pain someplace: neck, shoulder, wrist, knee, ankle. Fortunately, usually only one place at a time.
Then it goes away all by itself in a coupla days. Best thing I’ve found for it is a drug called Tramadol, but the stuff’s highly addictive, so I try to avoid it until I reach the peein’-down-my-leg-pain stage.
Voltaren (surface ointment goo) kinda sorta works, but only about 20% pain reduction. Standin in the rainlocker with the water as hot as I can tolerate ’til it starts runnin cold is best, but the effect is good for no more than around 10 minutes after I get out . . . just enuf time to brush what few teef I got left and get my ass ‘tween the sheets.
This friggin gettin old shit definitely ain’t for wimps.
Gotta have sympathy for you ….Old 76 year old Dudley tripped over his own big feet & ended up going thru 3 months of therapy,several x-ray sessions & a cat scan to bring his right leg back up to about 85% of pre-tumble capability. Good news is I should be released from therapy fairly soon & back to 100%.
Hardest part was eliminating several potential serious concerns , possible damage to previous knee replacements & possibility of infection. Anyway it cost me deer hunting this year due to lack of strength & balance this season but those 4 footed critters will be in deep trouble next fall.
As you well know when you pass that 75 year mark ….healing takes a whole lot longer, wisdom may come with age but so does being somewhat prone to being frail.
I have learned sadly to be be a whole lot more cautious in some of the activities I once did with no fear.
Then too having a 47 year old son & heir becoming a personal care observer reminding you almost daily you are an old geezer is not music to ones ears.
Yeah . . . I was immortal and bulletproof ’til I hit my late 40s, which was about the time my teeth, my hair, my butt, my pecs, and my eyesight abandoned ship.
My youngest son is now 52 and a retired Navy Chief who is MUCH better at a whole lotta shit than I was, but he doesn’t rub it in. Criticizes a lot, but remembers that much of what he can do he learned from the old man.
In fact, until about 5 years ago, I still could outdrive him from the tees on the par 5s. But the arthritis in my thumbs got so bad I had to give up the game, so he’ll never be able to say he could hit it farther than me.
It’s my oldest girl who won’t give me a break. Everything that’s gone wrong in her life is directly traceable back to her mother and/or me (according to her).
Year ago, my buddy down the lake, Harry, was remodeling his kitchen for his wife, and blew out his rotator cuff falling over a shopvac. He’s 73 this year. Great guy. Navy guy. Tough li’l fucker. Anyhoo, his mishap happened right before winter so, I took it upon myself to make sure their driveway and walks were clear while they focused on Harry’s health. He said he has never experienced pain like rotator cuff surgery. Bottom line, after he had reconstruction, it took him only 7 months of therapy to get back to being healthy. At that age it is amazing what medicine and human will has accomplished. Today, you’d never guess he had the problem. The man splits piles of wood for heating and can throw horseshoes like a motherfucker.
Calm, benevolent decency, mostly devoid of adrenaline, good natured steering of the ship of life according to a lifetime of experience acquired NOT taking the course to craziness, remaining in control of one’s emotions because one knows what others don’t, keeping one’s unflinching tranquility when children, females and nuts start climbing the walls, howler monkeys style, seems to be a vanishing way of doing things. Pity.
Reminds me of the old man shaking his head when the prissy little nazi fagot starts singing “Tomorrow Belongs to Me” in “Cabaret” Well . . . there weren’t going to listen to him, were they? SJW won’t listen to him, either. And SJW and nazis are not much different.
Hope you get better.
Ron; I call those ‘test’ falls.glad you are on the mend.
the hard part is seeing that floor get bigger faster the good news is your body can still heal itself