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Sunday it was just below a billion degrees. I got up at dawn and went cycling. I got home smelling like a dead muskox. What a great way to start Father's Day.

"Do you remember my name?" she asked. I had not. I knew it at one point. She was one of "Gibson's harem". I was down for my 20th or so farewell to the 3rd world tennis club in Tucson and didn't expect guests at "men's night." Now, I felt like she was shamming me for not knowing (or caring) about the harem's names.

Sure it sounds good. Until you remember that one is my wife of 38 years, and the other one is a real dog.

Sure it sounds good. Until you remember that one is my wife of 38 years, and the other one is a real dog. Not an ugly woman, but an actual dog. Seven years ago, I wouldn't have even considered Carol Baskins to be a "real" dog. Anything smaller than a cat did not qualify as a dog to my younger, stupider self…

With their mealy-mouthed, milk-toast decision this week in the Abrego-Garcia case, to return a green-card holder sent to prison in El Salvador by "mistake,"

With their mealy-mouthed, milk-toast decision this week in the Abrego-Garcia case, to return a green-card holder sent to prison in El Salvador by "mistake," the US Supreme Court has made itself completely irrelevant. Here's the Fox News video of the reaction from Trump, his minions and the dictator of El Salvador. If you don't have the 90-seconds to watch, I'll summarize:

Look down when you are leaving the bar at the 3rd world racquet club -- one of these steps is not like the others. It's blonde and has a slightly different pattern

Thank you for the last second invite to a private "town hall" last week. As a constituent in your district in Arizona, I so wanted to ask your some questions

Thank you for the last second invite to a private "town hall" last week. As a constituent in your district in Arizona, I so wanted to ask your some questions and evaluate your job performance as you work for me in the House of Representatives But your private invite text reached me just as I was paying for dinner with my wife.

I love dirty words.  Nothing can convey raw emotion and add meaning like throwing a few fucks or shits into the conversation.

I fought the Facebook, and the Facebook won.

Like toddlers or puppies fighting over their favorite toy, the milli-second the grandchild gets down, the dog sprints across the room and jumps as high as she

I have never been a popular person. I can count all my friends without using all my toes. But in my dotage, there's a war going on for who gets to sit with "nonno" -- a nod to my wife's Italian cousins for "grandpa". When the Boy or his fucking-pickleball wife drop the grand baby off, she likes to sit with me for the first five or ten minutes to discuss what we are going to do that day.

With friends like these, we may all need enemas.

I used to think I was an important person -- managing programs and people to improve everyone's healthcare.

I used to think I was an important person -- managing programs and people to improve everyone's healthcare. But in the last few weeks, I've learned that was a lie. I'm nothing but a big, fat case of waste, fraud and abuse -- or so says Elon Musk and his DOGEbags. I was fading away from work anyway, but Elon just gave my retirement a swift kick in the ass (maybe the first of many to come -- "thank you sir, may I have another" does not seem like a fun way to enjoy my golden years).