Mooned

Moon rises behind the Temple of Poseidon in Sounion, Greece. Reuters photo by Stelios Misinas:

Headline from nypost.com: “Complicit in the Biden cover-up, the lying Democrats have lost all credibility.” Their constituents will be forgiving. The election is more than 100 days away, plenty of time for animosity to blow over. I’ll say it again, 40–45% of Americans would vote for the Dem ticket even if it were headed by Mao and Stalin. Side bar from NYP: “Democrats raise $46.7 million hours after Biden drops out, backs VP Harris.” It’s interesting that Obama is calling for an open convention, at least for now. Perhaps he is concerned about Harris’ low approval ratings and wishes to make a clean break from the administration whose strings he pulled. While he is no doubt pleased with the policies that passed under figurehead Quid Pro Joe, he realizes about half the public hates them. He might prefer a Dem who can be passed off as a moderate and who he can control in order to continue the march to socialism.

The series finale of BBC mystery series Professor T is outstanding until the end when a character I love is killed. I googled the matter, hoping it wasn’t the case, that there would be more episodes, but nooooo! Damn, I’m pissed, even though it was plausible, as cops too often die in the line of duty. And Mr. T fell right back to where he was since childhood— just when he’d broken free from blaming himself for his father’s suicide, now blaming himself for the detective’s death. Somber stuff. Professor T has a lot in common with Adrian Monk, but the tone of the two series are at opposite ends of the scale, serious versus comic. Photo from Google Images. Left to right: Barney White, Ben Miller, the lovely Emma Naomi:

Back in the day, John Belushi, SNL, photo from GI:

Headline from foxnews.com: “General Tso never ate ‘his’ own chicken…” According to the article by Christine Rousselle, it was invented in Taiwan in the 1950s. General Tso died in 1885 at 72, according to Encyclopedia Britannica.

The “deer moon,” Algonquin reference to the maximum development of male deer antlers (huh?), rises in the Voragine crater of Mount Etna, Italy. Photo by Fabrizio Villa/Getty Images, posted at theguardian.com:

Cloud cover saved this muggy day from being unbearable for curbside business. All the trade at the Anti-Inflation Book Shop was in Russian. My thanks to those who bought, especially young Lana, who grossly overcompensated me for a paperback thriller.

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