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Hell, yes! Beto O’Rourke!

Hell, yes! Beto O’Rourke!

I haven’t decided who I will ultimately support in the Democratic primary, but this week two of the candidates who were in the middle of my list switched positions. When Beto O’Rourke said during the debates, “Hell, yes, we’re going to take your AR-15, your AK-47, and we’re not going to allow it to be […]

Yellow Goatsbeard

Yellow Goatsbeard

Marty’s photo of the day #2942: Yesterday I wrote about Deb’s and my secret spot—a special place in the mountains near our house, where we can hike and never see another human. When we hiked there on the 4th of July (completely devoid of thoughts of President KKKlueless and his speech, honoring the brave Air […]

Don’t Cry Mr. Trump Head

Don’t Cry Mr. Trump Head

When I woke up this morning Martyman and Mr. Trump Head were missing. I thought for sure that Martyman had taken Mr. Trump Head outside for some sick joke, like placing him under the tree where the wild turkeys roost each night. Then I heard this high pitched whine coming out of the bathroom. I […]

Politically correct gone wild

Politically correct gone wild

Marty’s photo of the day #2897: I frequently rant about conservatives, but today I’m going to rant about liberals. Specifically that small segment of vocal liberals who are so whiny and so PC that they make me want to puke. Here are some examples: Not too long ago, I booked my client, Emmy nominee Naomi […]

Trump is in full asshole mode

Trump is in full asshole mode

So this week Crybaby Trump is in full asshole mode, attempting to take away health care for millions, trying to defund the Special Olympics, and declaring that Puerto Rico has received too much hurricane relief. This doesn’t surprise me. Trump is exactly the same uncaring, unethical, incompetent, criminal buffoon anyone with critical thinking ability knew […]

Bad Martyman! Bad Martyman!

Bad Martyman! Bad Martyman!

Bad Martyman! Bad Martyman! My wife, Deb, is out of town, teaching weaving classes in Oregon. Those who follow my posts know that when she is gone, Martyman and I must fend for ourselves—and that invariably means making some banana bread to stretch my otherwise uncreative cooking. Well, today I had two loaves ready to […]