Friday, December 13, 2019


Louie Gomert staunchly defended Donald Trump yesterday. Louie Gomert is the Christian representative who in 2016 argued passionately in Congress against sending homosexuals into space. Because, in his Texan Christian unhinged mind, it would be a disaster and signal the end of mankind.

"Okay, we've got a spaceship that can go as Matt Damon did in the movie, plant a colony somewhere. We can have humans survive this terrible disaster about to befall. If you can decide what 40 people you put on the spacecraft that would save humanity, how many of those would be same-sex couples?"

If Louie Gomert argues on your behalf, your cause is pretty messed up.

Louie Gomert is many things. Rational isn't one of them.

But Louie Gomert stands by his man.

He's from Texas.

Anyway, enough of Washington and the armpits of Texas, here in the rainy heart of Northern California it was a day of normalcy and sensible behaviour, over all, when other than the lengthy visitations of Little White Nipple Guy and the Reindeer Repair Man, nothing surprised me. As Little white Nipple Guy held forth eloquently on his favourite subject (Dunhill lighters), to the staggerment of a rational person who was subjected to his tirade, this blogger disappeared in the direction of the Garcia y Garcia products, from whence I tried not to emerge until Elvis had left the building.


Though I get along well with people, and can engage in pleasant discussion with nearly anybody when required, I am hard pressed when Little White Nipple Guy, the Reindeer Repair Man, and Tin Foil Hat Stevie visit.

Fortunately they can maintain conversations entirely without input from anybody else, and the Garcia y Garcia section needed attention.

The staggered rational person eventually broke free of the locutionary embrace to which he had been subjected, and enjoyed the rest of his smoke in calmer quieter circumstance.

I fondly imagine Louie Gomert's district as being filled with people like Little White Nipple Guy, Reindeer Repair Man, and Tin Foil Hat Stevie. But all of them speaking like The Investment Banker, who has a Tennessee twang, and won't shut up either.

Don't need to visit the rest of the country; got more than plenty of their representatives right here, and I ain't nearly that social.

I'll just hide near Garcia y Garcia.

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