Assorted Bits

We’re in for nasty weather.  Looks like, here in Valhalla, it’ll be mostly rain with snow this afternoon. Since the last big flooding episode, the city has upgraded most of the seawalls. We’ll see if they did enough.

If I can get my ass in gear, Ten and I can hit the Y before they shut down for the day. MUST try as I’ve done nada the last two days (BAD Donna).
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Know what I need? Dancing hippos a la Fantasia, that’s what!

Maybe a hippo and an alligator doing a pas de deux?
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On the BBC yesterday:

RFK Jr apologises to family over Super Bowl ad
The advertisement, aired just before halftime, spliced images of the candidate into a 1960 JFK ad.
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It included images of Robert F Kennedy Jr spliced into the original 1960 ad, and a jaunty jingle that repeated the Kennedy surname 15 times in 30 seconds. (source)

• Apology should have been put in scare quotes. His so-called “apology” was a total Republi/Fascist weasel-words NONapology. When you begin with “I’m so sorry IF…” and take no responsibility for your actions, your “apology” is nothing but performative dripping tarantula snot.

• At approximately the same time Junior’s ad was broadcast, it was posted and pinned (meaning it’s the first thing anyone sees when they go to his page) on his Twitter/x page. That puts paid to his disingenuous claim that he knew nothing about it.

RFK jr. could’ve laid low, coasted on his family’s name and wealth—continued his cozy life but NOOOOO.  Junior, like Cheato before him, wanted fame and adulation. Dude should take a lesson from his repugnant brother in narcissism. Bast only knows what ghosts, crimes and assorted vermin will be revealed in the campaign spotlight. Junior’s 70—that’s a lot of years to rack up embarrassing dirt.

What a fool.
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In other ridiculous news…

Trump endorses Whatley as next RNC chair and backs daughter-in-law Lara Trump as co-chair

Of course he has. The Tangerine Traitor prefers to have incompetent loons working for him. (see Alina Habba) I imagine he thinks that, in comparison, he looks intelligent. No, you weaselly idiot, it makes you appear, incredibly, more blindingly stupid than you already are.

What do we know about Lara Trump? She’s married to the homely, dimwitted trump spawn. She can’t sing but believes she’s a stellar chanteuse. Her taste in formal wear is beyond laughable. If her mouth is open, she’s spewing greasy, lard soaked lies.

Ya know, on second thought, I think she’s actually a perfect fit for chair of the delusional Republican National Committee.