What a life, here in the lovely 21st Century, eh?
Pretty much cinching our sense of “Suspicions Confirmed” about the Trump Regime of Clowns, our honored ex-President has now been arraigned on 34 counts of felony, most or all of them having to do with bald-face lying. All fine and good, I suppose…but a day late and a dollah short. No one who’s been watching our national politics can be surprised.
Only disgusted.
As that predator trots across the national landscape, pursued by a bear…hereabouts we have our own critter show. Early yesterday evening as Ruby and I were trotting back from the park, who should we encounter, over by Josie’s house, but the biggest coyote I have EVER seen! We passed the house on the corner that the young new owners have painted eye-searing white, coming up the sidewalk next to their yard’s cinderblock side wall, when out he shot like a rocket.
A hefty one, he was: the size of a healthy adult German shepherd. In fact, he was so large that I even wondered if he might have been a Mexican gray wolf, a critter that, I hafta say, I have never seen in the wild.
Heh! I have seen plenty of coyotes, though…and between you and me and the nearest saguaro cactus, I don’t think that fella was a coyote. He was very large.
Shot past us and headed through Josie’s yard and down the street, off and running. Very, very fast. You would not want that fella chasing you…
If he was a Mexican gray, we have two possibilities: a) someone trapped him and put him in their backyard. Being a wolf and therefore considerably smarter than a human, he made his way out and took off down the street; or b) they’re breeding in the desert mountain park to the north of us, a fake “wild” preserve a three or four miles up the road.
Speaking of somewhat less gorgeous beasts (and one that is, one suspects, not as bright), the Vigoro is finally flying hot and fast in the Trump precincts. With any luck, the taxpayer will be boarding that crook for the next few whiles.
But that won’t happen, as you know, because money buys justice in this country. And if there’s anything Mr. Trump has plenty of, it’s money.
Given a choice between meeting a craven, crooked billionaire or a large, hungry Mexican gray wolf in the middle of the night, I’ll take the wolf, thank you.