A very large rally last weekend. I saw no trumpers driving around being their usual ornery selves. My job is to drive through with flag-waving supporters in the car giving the thumbs up to those waving their signs along the route.
Speaking of which, here is an idea I had for those looking to design a local billboard.
The “next time vote” part came from a discussion with Aussies over wine six years ago. They were completely surprised that so few Americans vote and that those that do would pull a trump lever. There country will fine those who do not vote and increase the fine if it happens again. Here, Republicans are trying very hard to eliminate voting altogether so their despicable dear leader can stay in power. Now with trump into his second term and hell bent on ruining world orders and decency, the Aussies are convinced we are headed into irredeemable times. I don’t disagree with that assessment.
In my studio I am working on the last of the smarmy pincushions of this administration. I hate even having to touch them. But all will be part of another solo exhibition in the garage.
So far there are thirty-six. I had to order more pins.
Someone should come up with a game of “Pin the Swastika on ______”. And it bears repeating that if I worked in a restaurant and had to bring food to Stephen Miller, I would spit in it first.
Anyway, in the exhibition there will be many red ties that can be handed out like “Medals of Freedom” to the creepy ones on his cabinet that are not noteworthy enough to merit pins. But there will be a list of contenders. It will be a pleasure to write a paragraph for each pincushion in the exhibition. So many have faded into the unknown. But Sean Spicer needs to be identified as the first press secretary parroting his dear leader on inauguration crowd sizes who went on to cha cha on Dancing with the Stars. And the nation actually thought that was our low point.
So out to dinner with another Manhattan before salmon over kale Caesar salad. I think I will make them myself here at home from now on….very “thin”.
Dilly keeps an eye on me while Sadie purrs with such intensity when I hold her that my Afib seems to calm itself to a single syncopated heartbeat.
Okay. Enough. I am finishing my G&T before heading to bed with another British crime series. Speaking of British series, I watched the first of the new season of Great British Baking Show. It really is unnecessarily stupid and so much less informative than it used to be. Too dumb to bother watching another episode.
Til later….