politicians’ lawyers

Quokka on Rottnest Island - Journey Beyond

(“There’s gotta be one my size, somewhere here!”)

(Good Lord! This was three years ago? No wonder I’m getting old!)

There are those who want to talk and listen to politics all the time. They can’t tear themselves from the screen. They know the names of all the politicians’ lawyers.

Now they can pursue their hobby to their hearts’ content without disturbing anybody.

Camp Bah-Lo-Nee

Surely you’ve suddenly found yourself in conversations like this: “How about that Buster Kahunavich, eh? Was that on the money or was that on the money, what Joy Behar’s cousin’s lawyer said about him? Looks like Sherry Quaggleheimer won’t be shining Doc Fanabla’s silver this time!” Etc., etc.

Just direct the speaker to Camp Bah-Lo-Nee.

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I had one of these, once!

I don’t know about you, but I hotly resent an age that calls on us to know not only the names of our feuding politicians, but the names of their freakin’ lawyers, too. This really is too much to ask.

I want to try to blog my way through this weekend without writing up any nooze. Will my readers let me get away with it? I suppose the viewership numbers, pretty flat all week, will answer that question.

Many lizards, like the twin-spotted swift pictured above, eat insects. This is more good than anything done by anyone on Capitol Hill. They think we should eat bugs so they can have more kobe beef.

Does anybody know of a movie about a giant lizard descending on Washington, D.C., and eating Congress? I think that’s what I’d like to watch today.