Northam admits he's tired and sick about snow on I-95 and those dang stuck vehicles

Can you pick out which one is Ralph Northam?

Virginia KKK impersonator and Democratic Gov. Ralph Northam didn't like taking the heat about the snow and jammed up traffic, a veritable monster gridlock, along I-95 when a local reporter questioned him. He was likely hoping that Republican Glenn Youngkin would take the blame doled out by the media as they are normally the PR arm of the Democratic Party. 

But Youngkin hasn't even been sworn in as governor yet, and he therefore has no authority to do anything about the problem--it's all on Mr. Blackface/white sheet Northam.

Northam had been facing ongoing criticism for his administration's incompetent response to the mother of interstate highway freezing situations following an atypically heavy snowfall probably due to global warming if you're a Democrat. Hundreds of motorists were stranded for as much as 27 hours. While there were no injuries or deaths reported from the scene, there were some who blasted Northam for not preparing for something like this. 

There was plenty of yellow snow to avoid and many vehicles probably ran out of gas as passengers needed to keep warm. 

WRVA's Matt Demlein was the loca reporter who questioned Northam as to whether there was any effort undertaken to discover what went wrong in the response or how the roads were being treated.

"Is there anything new with the 95 response, anything new in regards to determining what went wrong and what happened with the huge back up there?" Demlein asked the racist governor.

Northam was apparently pissed--like the yellow snow--and said, "I don’t know why you’re sitting there saying what went wrong. This was a storm that we haven’t seen for a long time."

And that was his excuse for not planning a possible scenario such as this one.

The progressive governor supports a woman's right to kill her baby, even after it's born as long as the infant is made comfortable prior to killing him or her, so a few hundred inconvenienced motorists should be thankful that they've already been born and past the fourth trimester. Being a baby in Virginia has been dangerous under Northam's watch.

Anyway, Northam also said that instead of asking what went wrong that people "ought to sit back and say thank you so much to our agencies and roadside management, VDOT [Virginia Department of Transportation], the Virginia state police," and others who helped over the week.

Yeah, that's the ticket. Just shut the hell up and be thankful that we even came out to save your sorry butts, you lazy bastards, sitting in your cars and all.

"I hate to vent on you right now, Matt, but I am getting sick and tired of people talking about what went wrong. I think we ought to be very thankful that nobody got hurt, nobody lost their lives, Interstate-95 is up and running, and people are back at home and back at work," Northam said, in a tone so soft and sweet.

Before Demlein moved onto the next topic, Northam suggested that the drivers who are stuck on the interstate should be the ones to answer questions regarding what happened. 

"I would also say, Matt, we knew that this storm was coming. We put warnings out. Why don’t you start asking some of these individuals that were out on the highway for hours one, did you know about this storm, two, why did you feel it was so important to drive through such a snow storm, and three, in hindsight, do you think maybe you should have stayed home or wherever you were rather than getting out on Interstate-95? I think that would be interesting, to hear that side of it," Northam said, sounding like an a-hole who's as useful as a rubber crutch in a leg amputee ward.

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This jerk is no different than Biden when it comes to the buck stopping at their desk. He blames everyone but himself for being unprepared like Biden blames Trump for the Covid testing rollout even after a year on the job.

Thankfully, Northam will officially leave office January 15, when Youngkin will actually take over and hopefully get things done. He certainly cannot be as terrible a governor and as a person as Northam. And that was three "as's" in one sentence.

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Do as she says, not as she does: Democrat hypocrisy

Minnesota -- In yet another installment of Democratic hypocrisy, we have a scolding Democrat city official berating people who do not follow the snow-shoveling scofflaws but who, herself, does not follow them.

Hypocrite!

City Council President Lisa Bender, a member of the Democratic-Farmer-Labor party owns a home in the Wedge neighborhood with her adoring husband. She backed a tough approach on fellow residents who don't shovel snow but alas, Bender has been the subject of seven (7) complaints last winter.

She and her adoring husband was issued a fine of $149 at a home they own.\ according to a report.

Bender told the Minneapolis Star Tribune that she was clueless about the condition her sidewalks were in after the snows in which neither she nor her adoring husband shoveled. Is she an idiot or merely a hypocritical Democrat who thinks she's above the long shovel of the law?

Not Lisa Bender nor her adoring husband

“We’ve owned our house for ten years. We’re a family of two working parents with two small children, and we do our very best to shovel our sidewalk at all times,” Bender lied.

But the bill she supported did not differentiate the number of kids a family has nor whether both parents worked. The snow had to be shoveled lest the fine be imposed. In other words, what's good for the goose is good for the Benders.

The city sent out letters earlier in the month reminding residents of the requirement to shovel their sidewalks after snowstorms, the paper reported.

Bender said she supports a stricter approach so that sidewalks remain clear this winter, according to the report, just not for her nor her adoring husband.

“If there are times when we haven’t gotten to it, then that’s why the city’s enforcement mechanism is there,” she cried. “I should not have to be treated like every other property owner in the city.”

Just kidding. She didn't really say that.


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You're laying in bed. All you hear is the sound of your spouse asleep, breathing and dreaming next to you; a ticking clock on the wall, and if your hearing is really good, the sound of melted snow in the process of refreezing from the cold night air. You ask yourself philosophical questions like: "if a clock ticks in the forest and there is nobody there to hear it, does time stop?" Or: "did Tim Horton ever sleep?"
Yes, you realize it was that late night cup of coffee that is causing those neurons to fire like a Donald Trumpathon on steroids. And you lay there and the clock's ticking seems to get louder and all kinds of new thoughts enter your mind like: "when the hell am I going to get around to hanging that freaking light in the dining area?" Or: "if god exists, why did he make bedbugs and maggots?" Or: "what if they never give me permanent residency in Canada?"
Then I try to relax and take a few deep breaths, which is a little like white noise but it still doesn't drown out the ticking of the clock and the refreezing of the melted snow.
Did you know that the number 8 is the brightest digit on a digital clock?

Eh?

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It snowed yesterday and my childhood flashed in front of my eyes. I remembered how I played in the snow in the mornings and my toes would get so cold that they'd itch. I'd come into the house and Dad would put Noxema on them and the itch would go away. Magic. And then I'd go out and play again, only to repeat the cycle.

It's November and it already snowed twice; maybe we'll get a white Christmas--if we do, it'll be my first one in many years. I think it has been so long since I've actually had a white Christmas that Bing Crosby's song about it just came out. Well, okay, I'm exaggerating, but it must be at least 20 plus years.

My favorite Christmas as a kid was getting my first set of electric trains. Lionel, of course, with the smoke pills and the whistle and the little houses and the tracks that fit together. Once I got too old for them, I put the trains in a box and forgot about them. Then, one day I came across them while going through my stuff. I had no use for them anymore, or so I thought, so I gave them away to my nephew, Michael. I wonder if he still has them; I doubt it.

Trains had a way of being a catalyst for the imagination; today the imagination of the young is fed by computer games, cell phone games, X-Box, and things I'm not even aware of, but I know it's out there. The trouble is, we tend to spend all of our time, lately, on our computers (as I'm doing as I write this), on our phones, in our games, and less time in our real world. George Carlin had a theory about this--he believed that this was the way for those in real power to distract us from what's most important in the world, which is how our leaders (most of whom are not visible to the public), are screwing us.
I don't know if he was correct, but I do know we need to spend more time in the here and now.
What's your favorite childhood memory, eh?

Is it Winter Yet?

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The weather report:
"Chance of rain tomorrow with a possibility of ice pellets . . ."

Ice pellets? WTF??? We never had ice pellets in New York City. Maybe some frozen rain mixed with snow and junk, but ice pellets sounds so pernicious--like destruction is imminent and cattle will die, and people will be stuck in the house watching Oprah or Judge Judy. Ice pellets is totally Canadian and it shivers me timbers just to hear it. Is it even a weather term?

We've been trying to keep the heat down in the house because I've heard the heating bills will be astronomical and will continue to rise over the next 20 years. In fact, some politico has figured it to the penny, according to a local radio station I listen to (and called into once). If a politician can predict hydro bills over a score of years, then he or she is sleeping with someone at the power plant and is getting kickbacks in the process.

And that's another thing, talking about words. People from Canada say pro-cess, not process. Pro as in the prefix of the word 'professional', with a cess at the end. We in the USA say process differently. It's almost a prah sound as in prahcess. But when you think of it, Canadians are saying it correctly and I, after all this time, realize that we've been saying it wrong in the states. Prahcessed cheese, for example, is really processed cheese. In both cases it's high in cholesterol, and we both agree on how to say that, and that it's bad fer ya. 

In any case, we hang out in my office and use the computer there, along with my laptop because it's cheaper to heat just the office. We put the heat on about (Canadians say 'aboot' and I don't care if you believe me or not) a half hour to an hour before going to bed and it warms the room just fine. Then I shut it off as we crawl under fifteen pounds of blankets, sheets, and more blankets. In the morning, it's almost cold enough to freeze my urine as I run like a gazelle to the bathroom (Canadians call it a washroom and I saw a dude at the mall today who peed and then didn't wash), and do what I do best after awakening.

So Canada has humbled me. That's a good thing. We should all experience being humbled, I believe that humility is good for the soul. It's part of the prahcess of becoming an adult.