Today is Wednesday, November 16, 2022. Since the day of the Second Coming of Dumpf, the rest of the country can just heave a collected sigh over the awfulness of his ridiculous announcement that he’s running for autocrat-in-chief in 2024. An analysis of the grifter’s tepid announcement yesterday is provided by Bill Palmer for the Palmer Report in an op-ed entitled “Donald Trump is running for President in 2024. No, he’s not.” The columnist does not mince words in his analysis of the former president’s strategy of announcing his candidacy for office in 2024.

The ulterior motive behind the conman’s announcement, Palmer asserts, is that he knows he’s going to be charged for espionage long before 2024, and that “he wants to be able to fleece his base for money by claiming that he’s only being targeted because of what a viable presidential candidate he is, so they’d better donate to his campaign!” Thus Dumpf only wants to line his pockets in the meantime, which is typically Dumpf.

Palmer states that Dumpf could have declared his candidacy before his candidates could get wiped out in the midterms, but he waited until after they indeed got invalidated by the voters in the midterms. “Now everyone can see that Trump would have no political future even if he weren’t being indicted,” Palmer avers. The op-ed writer believes his base has “got to be so dejected from having tried and failed to elect Trump’s midterm candidates.” So he feels that this is the worst time for Dumpf to make his pitch for more money from his bedraggled base.

In making his announcement from his Florida estate, Trump realizes that his own base needs to gullibly believe this is a real campaign, so that they’ll flood him with moola. Dumpf also needs his detractors to believe that this is a real campaign and thus lend credibility to his fake campaign, which will help steer his base toward believing it’s a real campaign. Whether this situation will obtain, given the twice-impeached con man former president’s own bent toward mendacity, is anyone’s guess, but given the lackluster response to the declaration yesterday, it would seem most people will stay away from this toxic bomb.

Palmer concludes that Dumpf doesn’t understand leverage or political timing, since he would have made his announcement long before the results of the midterms in which everyone is now accusing him of torpedoing the party’s chances of winning more seats in Congress. Palmer believes that he’s at a point where it wouldn’t have helped him anyway, given all of the legal jeopardy he faces with so many investigations into his contemptible behavior. I love this ending line: “Trump knows he’s going down, and he’s just trying to use this stunt to make his descent a bit more comfortable for himself.”

Unfortunately, CNN has projected that repugnicans will win control of the House, but their majority will be a narrow one. As of this evening, CNN projected Republicans will control 218 seats compared to 208 for the Democrats. If the current leaders of the nine uncalled races wind up winning, that would leave repugnicans with 221 seats.

This situation means that traitor to the Republic Kevin McCarthy would be the Speaker of the House, which is something he’s coveted since birth. He’s a terrible choice for speaker and a horrible human being. I wanted to escape this scenario, but as of now, it seems that this will be the way things will be shaking in Congress. What this situation means for the country is set out in an online CNN article by Melanie Zanona and Clare Foran entitled “What Republicans plan to do with their new House majority.”

As Republicans win the House majority, it will give them newfound power to set the agenda when they take over the chamber in January. This means that they will have subpoena power in the majority and control over powerful committees – and they plan to make investigations into the Biden administration a top priority.

Here are some areas that House repugnicans are eying to put their fangs in, which will have no underlying benefit for the entire country, but these assholes won’t care, they’re rpeugnicans, Goddamnit, and they include everything from the chaotic pullout from Afghanistan, border policies being overseen by Homeland Security Secretary Alejandro Mayorkas, the origins of the COVID-19 pandemic, which their Golden Idol botched tremendously during the early months, the FBI search of Mar-a-Lago (Oh, give us a break!), business dealings involving President Joe Biden’s son, Hunter, who is like Hillary Clinton is to a foaming repugnican as Donald Trump is to an irate Democrat, and the bureaucratic decision making behind COVID-related school closures and vaccine mandates. I’m sure a majority of the American people would support these superfluous investigations with full support. Another potential area is the possible impeachment of the current president for what fucking reason no one knows except stupid Kevin McCarthy.

What could stall these worthless inquiries into actually becoming reality is the actual slim majority of Republicans in the first place, which could stand in the way of their realizing all of their nonsensical priorities. What could also happen is that many of these egotistical clowns will start to fight among themselves and will need a referee to untangle themselves from clobbering each other, especially having idiots like Marjorie Taylor Greene and Matt Gaetz in the arena. (I still don’t know if that odious Lauren Boebert has rewon her seat in Colorado.) No wonder most of these dickheads were rejected by sane voters last week. More should have been turned down by voters, I strongly believe. If McCarthy can sense the zeitgeist behind the midterms, he would hopefully be sensible enough not to pursue such a thinly disguised strategy of revenge on the better party. But he’s so dense, who knows if he will be eventually more understanding of the country’s concerns than the petty concerns of his small majority. We will see in January. I’m just learning that it’s not even inevitable that McCarthy will be the speaker now; I do hope this fool is rejected by his own party.

Today I can say I drove for the first time since my procedure last Thursday, and I feel rather good. Elliot originally mentioned that he would drive me to my comic book store, but then he realized he had a 10 a.m. dental appointment. So I decided to drive there myself.

Except for some twinges in my left leg, I was able to drive to Metropolitan Avenue without too much ado. I must ask then how many of us New York drivers are incensed by the innumerable obstacles thrown in our way by other insensitive and reckless drivers as we negotiate city streets? I’m sure the number is very high. I must have passed more double-parked cars in streets in the 15 minutes or so it took me to drive to Metropolitan Avenue. I’m always incensed by the number of double-parked cars having no drivers in them that I must negotiate around. What happened to the day when someone left a capable driver in the car when the vehicle was left in the middle of the road? These cars cannot all be left by people making deliveries and that’s why they have no one with them in the car? Or is it? It’s still a nuisance and I wish I could just scratch these cars as I nimbly drive around them to escape getting dented myself. I’m so bad, I admit.

So I did get to my destination without getting into a scrape. I picked up two comics and spoke a little to one of the women owners, “Denise,” who remembered that I was undergoing my surgery last week. She admitted to me that she also innocently ignored the directive to not carry weights more than 20 pounds since she is pregnant, as I mentioned that I took home a weighty bag of groceries myself last week.

From there, I walked into my Dominican coffee shop, where I greeted my usual cast of characters behind the counter. I ordered poached eggs in a cup, home fries, and rye toast.

I then walked into CVS to look for shampoo and Extra-Strength Tylenol and spoke to “Mark” in the shampoo aisle. I asked if he wanted to go out to dinner with Elliot and me later in the day. He said he would call us later with his answer.

Afterward, I walked to the North Forest Park Library where I borrowed A Very Stable Genius by Philip Rucker and Carol Leonnig, one of the 1,200 books written about the insurrectionist.

Then I walked to the barbershop where I got a beard trim that I desperately needed.

Thus I continued my upward climb to recovery as I did my usual rounds on Metropolitan Avenue and drove home amid more double-parked cars.

We later picked up Mark at his apartment house around 5:45, where I drove a second time, owing to Elliot’s unwillingness to drive. Except for making the wrong entrance into Mark’s building – it was the parking garage instead – I made no other wrong turns the entire night.

At Diner Bar, we enjoyed a good meal, except for my salmon taking an unusually long time to be delivered at the table. Both Elliot and Mark received their entrees much earlier than I; I couldn’t understand the reason for the delay. The waitress did apologize profusely and at the conclusion of dinner, she gave me a complimentary bowl of chocolate ice cream.

Before the conclusion of dinner, I was surprised to see my Austin Street Diner friend “Carol” walk in with her boyfriend. I called her name out and she walked over to speak to us for a minute. Then at some point, her male friend “Raymond” came over to formally introduce himself to the table.

So it was a good day, overall. Except it was rather cold, in my mind. A spell of cold weather is expected for the rest of the week, all through the weekend. Brrrr!

Stay safe and be well.