Word Salad (and cooking in the dark)

Thank you very much. It’s very familiar territory, news conferences, because we used to give them on an almost daily basis. I think we probably maybe won the nomination because of news conferences and it’s good to be with you.

We stopped giving them because we were getting quite a bit of inaccurate news, but I do have to say that — and I must say that I want to thank a lot of the news organizations here today because they looked at that nonsense that was released by maybe the intelligence agencies? Who knows, but maybe the intelligence agencies which would be a tremendous blot on their record if they in fact did that. A tremendous blot, because a thing like that should have never been written, it should never have been had and it should certainly never been released.

And on and on and on. I was trying to figure out what the heck our president-elect was saying. I read the transcript at work, where I do NOT play videos. I played the video when I got home. He may have sounded marginally better in the actual speech but it was still word salad and I am not impressed.

So, we were not without power tonight so that’s not why I was cooking in the dark. I was cooking in the dark because we had a rare January thunderstorm this evening and I wanted to see the lightning. I walked over to the Plum after work today and I had no inkling that there was lightning anywhere near the Planet Ann Arbor but then I got home and looked at the weather on my phone and there was the little lightning bolt indicator.

I did not take the Mackinac Bridge photo. I stole it from Lizard Breath, who was up there with the Twinz of Terror last weekend. They all hiked with our beloved North Country Trail buddies. I miss those folks but I am in vacay-saving mode at this time of year. I’m glad one of my children was up there to represent me.

I’ll leave you with an old Radical Betty story. Once back in the day, RB went to the Sault library to return/borrow books. As she was heading out, she encountered a rather frazzled woman frantically making copies of political or religious tracts or whatever on the copy musheen. That woman collared Betty and asked, “Are you the f*cker or the f*cked?” Radical Betty gently grabbed the woman’s shoulder, looked her in the eye, and said, “Well, my friend, I guess I am the f*cked.” As in, I have two children.

Our thunderstorm is long gone now. Good night! KW!

4 Responses to “Word Salad (and cooking in the dark)”

  1. Tonya Says:

    Bwahahaha! Love that library encounter! I think I would have really liked RB. :o)

  2. Sam Says:

    RB was not the word salad type!

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  4. Margaret Says:

    Love the RB story! Exactly like something I might say. (not at school though) 🙂