Cue the lead-in

It’s not like I’d have easily remembered the Seinfeld “Bizarro” dialogues. It’s rather that I’ve been reminded of all in Bizarro World these past couple of years. It never abates. “Kramerica?” Oh, how I wish it were otherwise.

In other non-news, I’m off of Squirrel-watch: The most persistent one got back into the floor space. And I am hoping the nasal cooing I heard up there is more amorous than maternal, though that bodes “ODearGodNo” too.

I’ve begun my counterattack rousting plan: Moved grandson’s bed away from the corner directly over the unwelcomed inhabitant’s new den so as to put my little but loud radio there to crank up to ear-break volume probably tomorrow.

I’ll follow up with peppermint oil of some kind. I’ve had the great misfortune of Googling for the pure stuff. Apparently, the only pure stuff is either the peppermint plant itself or $$$ per ounce in a tiny bottle. There are pet-safe sprayers of a blend; the reviews are mixed. I’m thinking if it’s “safe for pets” and “has a pleasant odor,” it’s fairly useless for my nefarious plans. I desperately want to say, “I give up” but I never really do.

To distract myself from doom-planning, I clicked on one of the “trending now” searches proffered by Google on my way to signing in here. It’s not like it’s a slow news day out there.. God knows, we haven’t had one of those for years, but who could’ve guessed a new Target flap would develop?

Bizarro World on the minor level.

In more serious news, everything that man is doing is finally impacting the right people — those who’ve supported his loose cannon, unAmerican, criminal madness day in and day out. Between gas prices and TSA lines and the “No wars!” war, even some of these (and a handful in Congress) are thinking he’s gone a covfefe too far.

Wait’ll they hear about the draft which also was a “definitely not!” back in glory-voting time. May I be 100% wrong on that particular menace being put into play, but it’s already too buntingly late for some of these States’ families (not to mention thousands of others in other lands), and the words “boots on the ground” have come back to haunt.

I am now on peppermint oil watch (and there’s a “Pro-America Anti-Trump” lawn sign that apparently won’t plant itself), so I’m logging off, but I’ll be wishing you a (smilier and) prayerful day.

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