Why does Stephen Miller keep trying so hard to sell us on his role as the villain, when no one is disputing the fact?

I had to bury my buddy today. For two years he was a stray and he had it rough, but we took him in with his sister and he had a great life. Heartbroken.

I found Stephen Miller in a past life.

It's really important that the US keeps high standards in its military, from the commanding officers down. No more chubby people, especially those who can't make it up a flight of stairs. Shaved faces are required, and no funny business like makeup or eyeliner - right?

I got this. Charming, isn't it?

The two stray kittens we've been caring for are getting larger, and we've started making plans to bring them inside for the winter. Brother and sister, they are magnificent creatures. All life is special.

These are two stray kittens we've been feeding. Brother & sister, they hang out while I write on the porch, laying at my feet, but they still won't let me approach them. It takes time and patience to build trust, and they're well worth both of those efforts. Life is full of opportunities.

Does this ring a bell?

Born under our shed, we took them in after our neighbor trapped them and tried to get rid of them. Still feral at heart, this brother and sister have a good life full of love and safety. They turned me from a strict "Dog Guy" into a "Dog/Cat/Turtle/Bird Guy." Gotta love these two.

Happy Cinco De Mayo - a commemoration of Mexican culture and heritage.

This is where I would post my April Fool's Day joke, but the joke happened a day early this year. Someone with a Peter Pan complex who's smart as a rock, along with an elderly dementia patient whose face was burned by the sun while staring at the eclipse - in the Oval Office writing new legislation.

Uncanny resemblance, but the one on the left is a monster - and the one on the right is a hero.

Fuck you, Donald Trump!

I spotted a white squirrel while walking the dog this morning. The significance of our meeting probably eludes me. Nevertheless, I feel lucky, and encouraged!

I got a pic of Tom Homan on the hunt last night. They said to go for a profile shot, but I really don't care. Something tells me he's not well balanced.

So I've decided to put down the Horror and Sci-fi for a time and revisit some other books on my dusty shelf. These three writings seem made for this moment.

Sunday morning skepticism.