This little plant -- if I were resourceful as I think I am I would've used my Plantnet app to identify the little bugger -- was seen growing out of a sewer drain in the driveway of Ms. Muse's house in bucolic Sierra Madre.
For no particular reason I'm including this photo,
Not to get all woo-woo with you, but I do think it's a hopeful metaphor for the dire situation our country finds itself in. That is, a green sprout of growth and potential, rising from a cesspool of corruption, greed, hate and pedophilia.
Come on, release the Epstein Files.
Because there's a lot to get to, let's not waste any more time.
Spotted this little gem, which manages to take potshots at
two Trump calamities at once with just four well chosen words.
but makes its point extremely well.
here's another, directed at Red Hats.
and spotted this 1966 Dodge Coronet.
I drove a bright red one in college,
the second car I owned that had major brake failure.
A clever play on words?
Maybe, but it's adjacent to and part of the Kensington Nursing Home. Doh!
For no particular reason I'm including this photo,
screengrabbed from the Palm Springs Facebook Marketplace.
The searing heat does something weird to these people.
to Central California, the Cold Spring Tavern is a must stop destination.
Have the Tri-Tip sandwich.
This was the only printable one for my family friendly blog.
Also, Fuck Trump.
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