Hot, Hot, Hot, etc.

The temperatures at around 4PM yesterday?

Boston hit 103°. Down here by the water in Valhalla it was a bit cooler – a mere, stifling 98°. We don’t have industrial central air. Our home is a small cottage with one window unit on the first floor and one on the second. Both struggled mightily to keep the temps down close to 80º. I couldn’t manage to get on my stupid, rat bastard elliptical or performs as much as a single one of my asshole PT exercises. I was in a  state of complete enervation. 

Hello, my name is Donna and I’m a heat weenie.

I imagine Southerners find my heat struggles laughable, much as I’m amused when they’re unable to drive in a light sprinkling of snow or rain. //sigh// Can I get a coupla orders of empathy here – to go?

Temps elsewhere?
NYC was 98º
Atlanta  95°
Phoenix  101º
Las Vegas  92°
Houston  91°
Miami  90°
And Los Angeles was a perfect 75°. //sigh//
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I’ve come across a new alias for Stinky. Some Irish dude on Threads referred to him as a hoofwanking bunglecunt. Yes, this is wonderfully apt.

So, what has the odious orange, hoofwanking bunglecunt done to humiliate himself and the US today?

“But had we not succeeded with that hit? That hit ended the war. That hit ended the war. I don’t want to use an example of Hiroshima, I don’t want to use an example of Nagasaki, but that was essentially the same thing that ended that war. This ended that, this ended that war. If we didn’t take that out, they would have been they’d be fighting right now.” (source) 

Yup, he’s compared his ridiculously failed bombing of Iran’s nuclear facilities to the decimation of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. 

nota bene: approximately 214,000 people died as a result of Little Boy and Fat Man being dropped.

In Hiroshima 90 per cent of physicians and nurses were killed or injured; 42 of 45 hospitals were rendered non-functional; and 70 per cent of victims had combined injuries including, in most cases, severe burns. 

All the dedicated burn beds around the world would be insufficient to care for the survivors of a single nuclear bomb on any city.

In Hiroshima and Nagasaki, most victims died without any care to ease their suffering. Some of those who entered the cities after the bombings to provide assistance also died from the radiation. (source) 

Bunglecunt’s bombing? No one died (thankfully) and he sure as fuck didn’t “obliterate” the country’s nuclear program as bragged. His third rate, reality show, humongous waste of taxpayer's money and military resources is in no way, in any possible universe, comparable to ANYTHING about World War Two. Nice try Clownshoes.

Question: who taught him the word obliterate? He assuredly didn’t know the meaning of it beforehand (and undoubtedlystill doesn’t). I mean, it has more than two syllables.
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Homograph
     noun
: one of two or more words spelled alike but different in meaning or derivation or pronunciation

Fer instance – invalid versus invalid.

Invalid
     adjective
not valid
: being without foundation or force in fact, truth, or law

As in:
That lying sack of rabid weasel puke, J.D. Vance, made the wholly invalid claim that Newsom and Bass were encouraging violent immigration protests in LA. This from the is-this-mic-on idiot who bragged that he makes shit it up to get the cameras on him.

“If I have to create stories so that the American media actually pays attention to the suffering of the American people, then that’s what I’m going to do, Dana…“ (source) 

Invalid
     noun
: one who is sickly or disabled

Yeah, that’d be me now and I hate this fucking shit! Last week I had an appointment at MGH with a new physical therapist. This one’s for my essential tremor. You know, the Parkinson’s like neurological condition I rock that makes it difficult to almost impossible to paint, write checks, fill out paperwork, and read (unless my head is at a specific incline and gently supported on three sides).

Here’s the bottom line. There’s no cure. No magic pill or neat trick. There’s no cool, hippie, groovy transcendental meditation practice that’s gonna get my neurological system to completely calm the fuck down. What I can do is take my damn pills and find work-arounds as I’ve already been doing,

AND I can also start actually looking into some real, actual damn hippie, groovy transcendental meditation practices on my own. Why? Stress exacerbates the shakey-shakes and there's plenty of 
mondo, dee-lux level tension in these days of Hellish fascism. 

 I'm not thrilled about any of this. Just FYI.