Sunday, July 1, 2018

Louie Gohmert (R-TX) is a moron, a pussy and a coward. Forgive me if I sound mean, but I will elucidate.

SATURDAY, 11:45 P.M., 6/30/2018. Hi-de-ho, everybody … it’s a hot and sticky Saturday night, and Sam and I are enjoying one of our favorite go-to action movies, The Taking of Pelham One Two Three, the original from 1974 starring Walter Matthau and Robert Shaw. We always love this movie. ALWAYS! Sam is curled up on the sofa and I’m on the chaise with a Popsicle. For the record, I’m seriously under the weather tonight. I haven’t had a repeat of that problem from yesterday when I couldn’t swallow any food, thank God, but my issues tonight are actually just as bad.

Those open pressure sores on the back of my thighs have been burning since late afternoon, even after Sam helped me out with an application of Balmex, an anesthetic barrier cream. Balmex worked for about four hours and then I started writhing around in pain again, not being able to get comfortable. (Trust me, when the pain is on the back of your thighs, there’s no way to get comfortable SITTING!) You can buy Balmex from Amazon for about $12 a jar.

Balmex is probably the best anesthetic barrier cream on the market.

In addition to my goddamn pressure sores, I’m also running a low-grade fever, fighting a urinary tract infection, my knees hurt, I’ve still got that miserable wet rash all over my body, and — no kidding … there’s more! — I’M STARVING. Every time Sam asks if I want something from the kitchen I always say, “Sure. Get me a couple of Popsicles.” But I never stop to think that Popsicles are basically just WATER and I’ll still be hungry afterwards. And that’s the situation I’m in right now. After six Popsicles today I’m still starving and I need some actual food. Before Sam goes to bed I think I’ll ask him to nuke a can of that Nalley Beef Stew that came in our Wal-Mart order a couple of days ago. Or possibly Chef Boyardee Ravioli.



Allow me to introduce — actually, re-introduce — Congresscreature Louie Gohmert (R-TX), a right-wing Tea Party Einstein of the highest caliber who’s been representing the first district of Texas since 2005. He’s also a MORON, a PUSSY and a COWARD. Forgive me if I sound mean, but I will elucidate for you below.

GOHMERT BELIEVES HILLARY CLINTON IS “SPECIAL NEEDS.” During the 2016 presidential campaign season Gohmert thought he was being funny when he poked fun at Hillary Clinton’s aides for using hammers to destroy several BlackBerry devices they used when she was Secretary of State. “Maybe somebody got to whaling around with a sledgehammer and hit her in the head,” he said. “I don’t know, but we need to be praying for Hillary Clinton, there’s special needs there, there’s mental impairment.” WTF?

Congresscreature Louis Gohmert (R-TX), an Einstein of the highest caliber.

He insulted Clinton again the following day on “Fox and Friends,” remarking that “her brain was in a blender” … but later blamed the comment on having a song stuck in his head. (Makes you wonder what kind of idiot hee-haw music he listens to.) “That was not a proper thing to say, because again, I’m making fun of the mentally impaired and that’s not right,” he said.

GOHMERT THREATENED TO STOP SHOPPING AT TARGET after the retailer decided to install gender-neutral bathrooms in all of its stores so that transgender customers and staff can use the bathroom of their choice. Gohmert made the following speech to a mostly-empty House of Representatives: “It’s already been shown, if you give guys a chance to say ‘I’m transgender’ then I get to go in legally and film a little girl in a shower. There will be people that do that,” Gohmert said.

First of all, Louie, this is why you stand out from the rest of the Einstein GOP assholes in Congress. Little girls don’t shower at Target because THERE AREN’T ANY SHOWERS AT TARGET! Zero showers. Not for LITTLE girls … or for BIG girls, either. And even if there were, no sane mother on the face of the earth would send her little daughter into a public toilet to take one! Second, transgenders are NOT perverts, peeping Toms or sex offenders, and it’s absoluely ridiculous to make that assumption.

GOHMERT DECIDED HELL NEVER HOLD TOWN HALLS with his constituents because former Representative “Gabby Giffords (D-AZ) was shot at a special appearance like that.” However, Giffords reminded Gohmert — a classless idiot and a total coward — that she continued to attend town halls despite the tragedy she faced.

“I was shot on a Saturday morning. By Monday morning my offices were open to the public,” Giffords said. “Ron Barber, who was at my side that Saturday, and who was shot multiple times, was elected to Congress after I stepped down ― and HE held town halls. It’s what the people deserve from a representative. And to the politicians who abandoned their civic obligations, I say this: Have some courage,” Giffords said. “Face your constituents. HOLD TOWN HALLS.”



SUNDAY, 8:17 A.M., 6/1/2018. Top o’ the mornin’, boys and girls! Sam just got home from his walk and I’m getting set to take a lot of meds … including the antibiotic my hospice physician prescribed a couple of days ago. (I’ve still got that urinary tract infection.)

Sam made an excellent decision last night. He decided to stop reading several of his favorite online left-wing political publications (Raw Story, Daily Kos, etc.) because they chiefly just rile you up and depress you … and Sam has been exhibiting signs of both. Believe it or not, I came to the same decision, too, and stopped reading a large number of online news sources a few days ago, and for the same reasons as Sam. Shitty news makes me agitated and despondent, especially the ones that beg me for money every day. Jesus. ENOUGH ALREADY. How will a $10 donation to your political website stop Donald Trump?! You’re all a bunch of greedy liars!

SUNDAY, 9:33 P.M. I had a productive day today! I organized my birthday cards for the rest of 2018, and Sam pitched in by hand-feeding a stack of A7 envelopes through our Epson printer for me. It’s nice to feel “caught up” again!

My overall health was mildly crappy today, but I decided not to whine about anything in particular because tomorrow is Monday and my hospice C.N.A. will be here for hygiene and powdering at 10 a.m., and on Tuesday my R.N. is coming to treat my pressure sores — four of them! — and monitor a few of my other health issues, which include a urinary tract infection and a miserable wet “yeast” rash that’s rampant all over my body.

At the moment, however, I’m enjoying They Died with Their Boots On (1941) starring Errol Flynn and Olivia de Havilland, Sam is asleep on the sofa, and I’m trying to figure out how long I should wait before waking him up and asking for a couple of Popsicles. (I’ll give him half an hour. No more, no less.) I think I need a little food, right now, too. Maybe a mug of that tasty leftover canned Nalley Beef Stew that’s in the fridge. I asked for some last night at bedtime, too, but Sam didn’t give me enough of it!



This will be my last paragraph of the day, mostly because it’s getting late (after 10:30 p.m. already), I’m hungry, I’m fatigued, I’m having significant pain, I want to lie down and I’m ready for this depressing movie about Custer’s last stand to end already so I can watch a something else. Just between us, I always enjoy a couple of favorite movies after Sam goes to bed every night … movies I know he’d never want to watch with me, like Margaret Rutherford’s Miss Marple mysteries, William Powell in Life with Father (1947), and so on. I watch movies like this while I’m finishing up my Popsicles and beef stew (not necessarily in that order).

And so … goodnight to one and all. I’m done here. Thank you for reading this and try to remember the Alamo if you have a little free time tomorrow before breakfast, okay?

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