Well, the intellectual tumbleweeds do blow along in their picturesque and unpredictable way from time to time, but the badly weathered Whiffies seem about finished here for now. There are certainly a great many more photos of brick townhomes taken over the past decade or so that could be posted, but perhaps the lack of any actual sense in that has at last dawned on them. And speaking of dawn, it was a delightful 70 degrees out here in the stunning Sweet Spot when I first arose this morning as a bright sun shone down on this large property of mature and other trees, gorgeous gardens, and meticulously manicured lawns. The views out the walls of windows tend to be quite an inspiring thing in general, but perhaps particularly so at this time of year. Encouraged by Spring rains -- about half an inch of which fell overnight -- the colors are vivid and the shifting shadows cast by leafy branches blowing in the breeze make for a soft truth of nature that Claude Monet might have appreciated in his day.
We'll in any case be creeping into the high 80's later on, and there's a chance that a t-storm or two could blow up as well, but mostly we'll just be enjoying more gentle breezes and more warm, glowing sunshine over the balance of the day. Perhaps some of our wildlife friends and neighbors will be encouraged to srop by at some point, but I haven't noticed any visits yet. And just as an FYI, we do of course have a variety of non-white residents out this way as well, but not so much in the way of non-wealthy ones.
Meanwhile, the disgrace of President Ding Dong only grows by leaps and bounds as he seeks to appropriate the memory of the murdered but not yet buried George Floyd to his filthy cause, even as police are pushing 75-year old old men to the ground in his name and then leaving them there, bleeding on the sidewalk. And we also get an admission at last that yes indeed, Kaylie, troops did in fact use tear gas to clear out peaceful protesters for the purpose of staging Trump's sickening strut across Lafayette Park to do his bible-flaunting photo-op. As both the Rector and Bishop of St John's Church have already noted, what a total disgrace of a performance that was. The man is simply unfit for his office. The chump does have a boirthday coming up of course (June 14). You can message him appropriately at...
What a freaking DOPE!
In other news, OAK has joined the NFL in admitting the error of prior ways. They will now pay their minor leaguers through the end of the regularly scheduled minor league season, cecoming the 30th and last team to make that commitment. Meanwhile, the whizbangs at Rockefeller Center have let it slip that they actually want to play just a 48-game regular season in 2020, not the 114-games that MLBPA had proposed. Again, regular season games cost owners money, while they rake it in like Scrooge McDuck from post-season games. Their own pockets are all that motivates MLB. They care not one whit about the well-being of the players, the fans, or the game itself. Not much to admire there.
Not so much to admire either over in the dark recesses of long ago eclipsed Falls Church City. The likes of Ballston, Tysons, Vienna, and Mosaic have long since passed the place by, as they, like emerged cicadas, leave little beyond a spent brittle shell behind. The remnants of a once proud place are however meeting at this very hour in front of George Mason HS to support removal of the name of that anti-Federalist slave owner from the school. A new and more sensitive name would be an appropriate step forward as students and teachers prepare to move into a brand new building.