The scooters, oh those damn scooters.
She’s not a family member nor do we know her. The only thing we know us that’s she’s 100 and she has a birthday wish.
And we really hope she gets her wish!
It’s a certain holiday that I don’t feel like celebrating today. I’m a gonna clean house, bathe the dogs, catch up on some odds- n -ends and maybe bake a cake.
I’ve got my California state flag a flyin’ on the pole out in front of my house.
So I’ll leave this here and wish you a great day.
Lil Nas X – featuring Billy Ray Cyrus – Old Town Road – 2019
Ok I’ll admit it. I am sick at home with a bad cold and can’t work. Thus yesterday I found myself watching the Cohen testimony between naps and coughing. You, my dear reader, can attest to that fact due to the suddenly overwhelming flurry of posted videos. I obviously wasn’t amused but infuriated by the shenanigans. Necessary shenanigans they were.
So this morning I posted Hail Satan? The Documentary. I did so for a reason. The Satanic Temple seems to actually be practicing the principals of ‘Christianity’ better than most ‘Christians’ I see in the press theses days. The Satanic Temple also seems to value truth and our U.S. constitution better than the ‘Christians’ I typically see in the press of recent . (Before anyone gets their panties all tied up in a bunch please note that I didn’t say “all” but I said “in the press” when referring to ‘Christians’.)
Just an observation and a frank opinion of mine at the moment. Under the influence of cold meds? Yes. Delusional? No.
My disclaimer is this:
While I believe that there is a greater power than me which gives me the spark of life and also helps guide me (if I choose to let it), I am not a ‘Christian’ nor am I a Satanist. My Higher Power or God or Allah or Christ or Satan or Flying Spaghetti Monster, is my business and not anyone elses’. It is also not appropriate for me to push my personal beliefs about any deity of my own preference upon you or anyone.
Now having said all of that I’ll get to the post I was going to do, but decided not to write.
While watching yesterday’s necessary shenanigans, I couldn’t help but to think of the blind followers of a certain Mr. Hitler of Germany back in the 1930’s & 1940’s. Those thoughts immediately took me to a favorite musical of mine. That musical? Cabaret of corse. After all I am a 50 something homosexual and the lead is played by none other than Hollywood legend Judy Garland’s fabulous daughter Liza Manelli. Besides what other musical so boldly depicts a homosexual couple carefully maneuvering their way through a political minefield of hate, bigotry, mind control, deceit and selfishness?
So this morning I was going to snarkily just drop the video of the blonde German boy singing Tomorrow Belongs To Me right here on this here internets blogy thingy. You know just as a political statement. Therefore I popped over onto YouTube to copy a URL to post here for your viewing pleasure, and also for your own mind expanding contemplation about the blind following a false prophet onto a path of darkness and corruption.
I had thought this through and was simply going to post with it a few short words about history. Something like: “History often repeats itself. However if we learn from history can we make new choices? New and better choices so it possibly doesn’t repeat with the same outcome?”
This Post was going to be good. A real thought provoker. You know, clarity through simplicity. Hell maybe it would even go viral and suddenly I would be hearalded as new voice. A voice to be heard. My 15 minutes were just about to happen. I mean I could feel it.
Then while previewing the video of that blonde German boy singing my eyes drifted to the comments.
From the comments it seems that this climactic scene from an anti-Nazi 1970s film, starring none other than Liza Minnelli and having a homosexual subplot, is becoming an anthem for today’s populist (read: selfish, self centered, hate filled) movement. The very song that is directly pointing to the fallacy of a blind following is being heralded by those very same blind individuals as a call to action.
The fucking irony.
Guys, I’m digging the cowbell.
Trust me. Watch till the end.
Posted on the info board at my local favorite coffee bar:
Continuing with yesterday’s Beard humor, we feel it only too appropriate to post this ZZ Top classic.
May your weekend be as fabulous!
Look I’m not generally one to use what some consider profanity in a blog title but sometimes it’s appropriate.
Beards are great. Real Fucking Beards are even better!
I cannot fully explain what it’s like living with a Beard like Fearsome but I’ll try.
First off, Fearsome ain’t no regular trimmed and styled Beard. He’s a big Beard. A real Fucking Beard.
Everyday I am am rewarded by the soft touch of Fearsome against my naked skin when I wake up. Yes during sleep I occasionally have to wake up to get him out from under me, out of an armpit or just to simply turn over, but it’s worth it.
Each morning I am blessed with the ritual of his care. The shampoo and conditioning feel wonderful between my fingers as his folicales untangle and lengthen. After blotting his frocks in a soft towel, I get to lovingly apply his leave in conditioner and massage in fragrant Beard oils. We finish with a thorough combing from roots to tips from side to side, front to back and under to outer. The rewards of such care are reaped every time a wind catches and lifts him over a shoulder, around behind my head and even when he lifts into my field of vision.
His movement is one of the greatest pleasures he brings me. I feel every turn of my head. We feel every breeze. He rests softly on my chest giving me a caressing touch even through the fabrics of my shirts. He is simply a divine gift.
He provides comedic relief at most all occasions and interactions. He’s quite social inviting most anyone into an easy conversation. He loves attention and making others smile. Why even at yoga as I am in downward dog he’s jokingly laying on the floor beneath me and can be found mischievously obstructing my vision when in a headstand.
I cannot fully express my gratitude to the powers that gave me life and blessed me with the luxuriousness that is Fearsome Beard. I am grateful to myself for allowing him to blossom into the massive full Beard he has become. It has been more than 4 years since his last trim and he’s still growing longer day by day. There are no plans for any future trims either as that last one was a mistake from which we learned. Trimming does nothing but destroy the potential that any Beard has to become exceptional.
My advice to any man is to let it grow. Do not trim. Allow your Beard to become its potiential. Shampoo, condition and love your Beard.
Go ahead grow a Beard. Any Beard is worth growing and having. However if you’ve got a taste for adventure, grow a Fucking Beard.
ZZ Top Real Fucking Beards!
Yes my dearest pogonophiles it’s that time. Time to post a week’s worth of Fearsome’s favorite Christmas tunes and clips.
This year we kick off with that all time favorite classic that Gayla Peevey blessed us with way back in 1953. -I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas –
Pure listening pleasure!
Now that her song is permanently imbedded in your brain, it’s time for a little history from Gayla:
SNL outdoes itself again.
Wow. Just wow.
Who better to kick off the season with than SNL & Jason Momoa?
Careful ‘round them elves, they is watchin’.
After my last post I had to follow up with this little musical number.
The Internet Is For Porn -Avenue Q- Original Broadway Cast
Comic Con returning badge holder registration. It’s alarming how accurate this scene is.
Wish us luck!
Look what you made me do…
Yeah bitches that what you made me do.
I laughed my head off bitches! I laughed my head off for three hours along with 2,200 other bitches. Yup, we went to see Kathy Griffin’s Laugh Your Head Off World Tour here in San Diego last night.
Well if you ain’t, you oughta be. She was, and still is, fabulous.
While what she may have done last year might have possibly been in bad taste, what she did is not illegal and in fact is protected in our constitution.
Fearsome is still recovering as he covers my laugh lines.