NJ Twister flips a car!

Earthquakes!  Heatwaves!  Wind!  Oh my!
Hard to fathom, but I'll try.
A twister flipped a car, you know.
Don't take my word ....the vids below!
Two quakes in Cali, in just 2 days
And aftershock-created haze
Hangs like a pall over the sky
That's noticed by the passers-by
From their windows on the plane
Because escape is on their brain.
But to where?  I do not know.
Where to live, and where to go,
To avoid calamity
By natures hand....hmmmm, let me see....
It's not so bad in 'fax machine!
Rare a hurricane we see.
And that's about all....thankfully.
No shakes or quakes, or killer heat.
But those twisters are a comin' close
NB was warned a day ago!
So will they get here?  I don't know.
My answer used to be a "no".
At least for now....we're saftest yet,
Until September comes, I'll bet,
When hurricanes will violent grow
And nature's wrath we'll come to know.
But do not worry....there's still time
For friendly sun to warmer shine.

Watch New Jersey Twister flips a car

Holy sweet sufferin' sizzled McGee!

I'm a little bit hotter than I'd rather be.

A maximum-izing of humidity

is coming to bear....quite ridiculously!

Holy mad-sweatin' sweet baked McGoo!

Global-warming makes things hot......who knew?

Happy July!  I guess we got what we asked...

An end to our winter, as it too long lasts,

but the pendulum seems to have swung off it's post

by giving each summer the title of "most...

hottest of summers on record to date".

A new record sets, as the old record breaks...

a scene we have witnessed, again and again

Each year confirming the rocketing trend:

A graph plotting heat as a function of time

that now is depicting a precipitous climb.

Don't get the math?  You'll still understand

by the beads that you're sweating

that covers your hands 

as you grab an ice pack

and turn on the fan!

What, me worry?

I guess this is the end for poor ol' Mad Magazine.
A comic rag that made me laugh a few years in-between
childhood and puberty, and maybe after that.
And to it's two-thirds-of-a-century run, I'll now tip my hat.
Alfred E. Newman will still be seen in the shops
As they'll begin reprinting older stories quite a lot.
In fact exclusively, past August, nothing new will come.
Effectively the magazine, in practice, will be done.
They'll still have much material, most eyes have never seen,
that was over years created by their satire machine.
I never got bored of reading Spy vs. Spy
(or watching it, precisely, as the dialog's slipped my mind...
never was a word between them said, as I recall,
only the explosions on the page, and cannon balls!)
So I wax nostagically, as I learn the fate
of the magazine that humored us (or me, at any rate).
Worrying?  I'd rather not.
Some things I can control.
And for the things I can't.....hey, I just let it roll.
That's the mindset I have had, since I was just a kid.
And maybe Mad helped instill that thinking, just a bit.

Independence Day

Happy Independence day
Americans, as it's today!
A day you used to greet with pride
now brings a feeling hard to hide
and slowly welling up inside.
It's a silent sort of shame
that your leader finds a way
to make it all about himself
just like he does with all things else.
But this "Salute to America"
is a Trumpster fire run amok!
I won't watch a single sec,
like many others too, I bet
will shun a thing they'd rather not
but this is now the view we've got:
A creamsickle on full display
to nearly everyone's dismay.
For me, he can't leave fast enough!
These last 3 years were pretty rough.
But after he's election lost
he won't concede!  And then the cost
of Mark Burnett's eternal shame
regives the world its present pain:
A mango Mussolini tweeting
incoherently repeating
phrases made of styrofoam
dull and dumb and unadorned
and showing all the planet wide
his paper skin and flaccid pride
devoid of any talent, skill
or virture, so his time is filled
with grade-school level insults made
as Twitter blinds an eye to rage:
it's anti-bully rules be damned,
if the bully rules the land.
He'll taint their brand inevitably
forever, in posterity.
So happy Independence day!
Americans, my friends, I say
Let's ensure we pave the way
to future Trumpless holidays!!

Was Swift done dirty, or did she dirty do?

Scooter Braun hopes to clear the air with Taylor Swift.
In case you didn't know this, recently a rift
has manifested in-between Taylor and her folks
at Big Machine Label Group, that first showed her the ropes
and grew her from a teenager to worldwide superstar.
His name was Scott Borchetta, and he took Taylor far.
But now an incident just a day or 2 ago
has shaken all her fans, as now they've come to know
Taylor's feelings on the subject of her masters being sold.
She makes it clear the buyer is someone she doesn't hold
in any high esteem, if the truth is as she told.
More than that, she claims that she was taken by surprize
by the whole transaction, though her lawyers were appraised
of the situation, as it molded over days.
The truth depends on point of view, and details, I suppose . . .
the totality of which I wouldn't dare pretend to know,
and therefore withhold judgement for all the players of the game
of the show business with live with, and we love . . . all the same.

Scooter Braun wants to clear the air with Taylor Swift

Christine Lagarde, we feel your pain

They come by it honestly...
Their idiotic tendency.
And now the whole world can see
how these apples ne'er left the tree.
Starting with the daughter Trump
Who farcically tried to jump
Onto the world's centre stage
Expecting only glowing praise.
Super wholely unaware
Of whether she should travel there.
Trying to insert herself
With statesfolk better than herself
In every way that's possible
And so we have the inevitable
Cringe-inducing moment seen
By the planet-watch machine.
C. Lagarde, we feel your pain.
Many heads are hung in shame
That they have a President
With such a nepotistic bent.
But Junior's shame is hard to beat:
A second birther fraud he tweets!
(He tweets at first and then deletes...
A trait rare in their family tree,
So Jr., maybe there is hope for thee...
Remember days when you embraced
The fraud he was, plain on it's face.
So stop forgetting all your past
And listen to your gut, at last.
Better days will come to pass,
Because the surest thing I've ever known is this.....nothing lasts).

Ivanka's awkward G20 moment

O Canada! (the Rant!)

Happy Birthday Canada!
It's time for you to feel the love
of a grateful citizen
for living here feels like a win.
I thought of ways I could express
the feelings that describe it best;
that patriotic side of mine
that surfaces from time to time.
Then I did remember one
commercial that made watching fun.
To say it better than this, I can't
So for your viewing joy . . . "The Rant"
"The Rant" (iconic Ad)