Merry Christmas From The Peace President
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I had planned not to post about horrible things happening. It’s been a lovely mostly clear day here, warmish for the season, and the river is going down. Somehow the atmospheric river hit Seattle and then jumped down to Los Angeles, leaving us with only normal amounts of rain.
We had turkey and trimmings, and some in the group assembled robots from a 1984 kit, while others assembled a puzzle. I was thinking most of the day that we have been fortunate not to hear from our assaulter-in-chief. I will have some things to say about him, but, I thought, not today.
I wish that if he’s going to do this shit, he’d at least use language a normal president might use. Of course, a normal president wouldn’t do any of this. They would have wished us a happy holiday and then would blessedly have disappeared to enjoy their family.
Update: A commenter asked for further confirmation, and I wasn’t entirely sure just on the basis of a Trump tweet, but he’s been pretty reliable in announcing his military strikes. Here’s confirmation: