Bobservations

This is less about Carlos and more about where my head, and where my oh so vivid imagination goes when I don’t know where he is.

Yesterday Carlos was interpretations for DHEC in Sumter; one at 1:30 and one at 3:30. I kinda forgot about them, as the office was picking him up and bringing him home so I didn’t have to drive him, and when I came home from work about 4PM, he wasn’t there. But I didn’t worry because I then remembered the appointments, so I fed the cat,s let the dog out into the yard and went to check Blogville, and then it was 5:15PM. Where was he? I didn’t think it would drag on this late, but who knows.

5:30. No Carlos. I text:

“I’m home … ?”

No response. I call, and it goes straight to voicemail, so I leave a message:

“Just kinda wondering where you are, and if you can give me a call if you have a minute so I know what’s up.”

No response; I text again:

“Hey, can you take a second an just let me know when to expect you?”

Now, what I’m not saying is that between the first text and the voicemail, I thought the man driving Carlos had gotten into an accident and my mind then leaps to: Carlos is dead. And after the second text my mind goes right to: the man who drove Carlos to Sumter is obsessed with him  and has him chained in a cabin in the woods, or else he’s murdered my husband. I am thinking …. Do I call DHEC? They’re probably closed. The police? They might tell me to wait and if I wait my mind goes even darker.

6:00 PM. I am headed out the door to get into the car and drive to Sumter since there’s really only one way to get there from our house, and I will look for bodies in the road and wreckage in the trees and … Carlos is home.

“Hi honey.”

Gosh that sounded good.

Seriously, this is what passes for a rally in the GOP? Not a mention of what you want to for Arizona, just talk of Big Dicks. Well, to be fair, DeSantis and Thing 45 are two of the biggest dicks in politics these days.

Thomas Kennedy, a Miami man paid to fly a banner reading “ha ha ha” over former Mar-a-Lago as Thing 45 supporters stood outside the gates to protest the recent FBI. He says it was the best $`1800 he ever spent.

That’s all.

In a new video, Dr. Oz, AKA Doctah Quackers, is walking through the produce section of Redner’s grocery store—he seemed lost and called the store Wegner’s, a cross between Wegman’s and Redner’s—because his wife wanted him to bring something home for crudité and he blames Joe Biden for the high cost of veggies.

John Fetterman Tweeted out that in Pennsylvania, people call  what Oz was buying a “veggie platter,” and you can get the whole thing for $7 … and then Fetterman proceeded to rake $500,000 in campaign donations.

It’s the new Crudité Effect for entitled one-percenters like Mehmet Marie Antoinette Oz.

Last week GOP lawmakers stripped a $35 price cap on the cost of insulin from the legislative package Democrats were moving through Congress. Republicans left the portion that applies to Medicare patients untouched but stripped the insulin cap for other patients.

Keep in mind, they voted against lowering the cost of insulin, they cheered the end of Roe v Wade, they suggest that marriage equality be overturned, they refused to honor the DC Metropolitan Police and the Capitol Police who protected them during the January 6 riots, they voted against healthcare for veterans, and are now anti-FBI because of the raid.

CAST A GODDAMNED BLUE VOTE.

The other day I was standing in line at the grocery store and said, perhaps a little too loudly:

“Oh, go fuck yourself.”

The woman in front of me snapped her back and said:

“Watch your language, I have a ten-year-old with me.”

I replied:

“That’s who I was talking to.”

Could’a happened.

Dear Liz,

I don’t like your politics, and don’t like a single thing you campaign on, but I have been standing by you, and will continue to stand by you because you are in that elite group of a handful of Republicans who have put country over party in the wake of the Thing 45 incited insurrection.

I thank you for your service to your country and look forward to what you do with the J6 committee in the last five months of your term.

Onward, Patriot, let’s finish him.

Carlos and I wanted to try a new little French bistro in town, so I put together a little outfit, but the restaurant refused to let me in.

Something about no pants??? Goddess, this town is so provincial.

In Kentucky, four police officers—Joshua Jaynes, Kelly Hanna Goodlett, Brett Hankison and Kyle Meany—have been arrested and charged over the fatal shooting murder of Breonna Taylor after plainclothes police executing a "no-knock" search warrant entered her home in  the middle of the night in March 2020.

It’s about fucking time.

Travis  Van Winkle is a 39-year-old American actor, best known for starring in the feature films Transformers, Friday the 13^th and the third season of the Netflix  series You. All well and good, but Would You Hit It?