What Peanut the Porn Squirrel Proves About the GOP

Elon. Elon. Maybe one of those millions of Musk babies can explain to him what "cite your sources" means. Obviously bouncing boy Elon has zero time to fact check or verify anything. Yet his ADHD riddled brain continues to impulsively post on X.

Case in point: posting about Peanut the squirrel. Cute little animal, died in vain.

Very unfortunate. RIP Peanut. BUT if Elon (doesn't this billionaire have any staff?) had dug deeper into the story, he would have known the gov't was sent to poor Peanuts home to investigate his living conditions. Because this squirrel was being used to promote very pervy porn. Probably without his consent. 

So is Elon saying the GOP supports this? Isn't this the party of Project 2025, who will be enthusiastically euthanizing all pervs sometime next year?

What about Elon's post about Nancy Pelosi's husband, when he was viciously attacked by a home intruder? Instead of spending 30 seconds fact checking, Elon mindlessly posted ridiculous rumors that said intruder was a male prostitute. 

(And this was somehow the more believable story??) 

How is it possible that Elon can possibly spot Government inefficiency, when his definition of efficiency apparently means morbid inaccuracy?

Republicans Will Never Allow Kennedy to "Go Wild on Health"

Poor little R.F. Kennedy Junior. He is under the spell of the conniving orange troll, who has mischievously promised him a magical health care wand.

First: Either the orange troll is lying through his fake teeth, or is a know nothing.

There is no "mystery" behind chronic disease and lifestyle illness amongst children.

The television loving troll may remember the program "Leave it to Beaver". Aha--the good old days. 

Blatant sexism aside, US chronic health conditions could easily be addressed requiring mandatory watching of Leave it to Beave!

Dinner around the table, protein, potatoes, vegetables and milk. Parents drinking tea. What is missing? Giant soda pops, screens, gmo wheat laden cakes and chips. Kids are not pale and sickly, but tan and riding bicycles. 

(wow! Billions of research dollars saved!)

Second: Any politician that has tried to address these chronic health conditions , gets shot down by...wait for it....tada...Republicans!

(Anyone remember Bloomberg trying to limit Big Sugary Sodas?) Or Trumps assault on the EPA, which now Kennedy is under the illusion will be mandated to Step Up regulation of harmful agricultural pesticides? 

Republicans fundamentally believe we have the Freedom to destroy our bodies.  People really like their pesticides, pepsi and bright pink peeps. And the Republican party will continue to fight for your right to become an obese, chemical filled couch potato. (That you may or may not wind up making your romantic partner 😉 )

RFK Jr's Aspirations to be Fictional Health Secretary

 Dear Dingo: 

Thoughts on RFK Jr and his aspirations to lead Trumps Health department?

Answer:

RFK is not boring. After all, he speaks fluent raven and dines on road kill. All admirable traits. But his fantastical belief that he will actually change anything about American health habits under Trumpet, are the delusional musings of his brain worm.

Anti-vaxx crap aside, RFK is correct--autoimmune diseases, autism, & obesity need to be front and center of US health policy. What's bananas is, RFK knows the reasons behind chronic disease already!--An F'd up food system promoting sugar and processed foods engulfed in pesticide residue. Farm animals jacked up on antibiotics and soils destroyed via herbicides. 

How on earth will working in an administration run by an obese man addicted to happy meals (all while burning down the EPA) going to solve that? Shame on the brain worm.

Why Your Venus Fly Trap Keeps Dying

Dear Dingo:

I purchased a cute little Venus fly trap plant at the Home Depot. It is a sad piece of vegetation, kind of dead and droopy, yet the instructions simply state to keep moist. What gives?

Answer:

Unfortunately, these small plastic boxes containing carnivorous greenery are a scam put out by Home Depot, Wal-Mart, Trader Joe's and other proprietors of trendy plants. The instructions completely fail to mention the Venus fly traps true needs--in effect, that it is an aquatic plant plucked from its native wetlands of North and South Carolina!

Thus, it is your job to attempt replication of Southern goodness. To help your bug sucking plant survive-- find a pond, water feature, or even large bird bath. Note--weather must be warm! Place the poor thing in shallow, murky water and let it suck up natural sun light. It will recover, and find its own food to boot! 

But alas, after balmy summer weather the Venus requires a winter dormancy period. In milder climates this simply means continuing to live outdoors. Otherwise Google dormancy tips for your particular area, ensuring your little guys survival. Good luck!🌿

Kristi Noem, meet Craigslist

To the fearless defender of South Dakotan values, world traveler and dictator dabbler, may I introduce a radical idea? It's called Craigslist. My sources indicate this site is alive and well-- even in the remote enclave known as South Dakota.

Whenever you have an animal, lets say a purebred young dog with a high prey drive, what you do is: go to the community section, click pets and for free--(that's right!)-- for free, post a description of your so-called devil dog and just wait for some soft soul to drive up to your ranch and take the offending pup off your hands.

Admittedly, this will not make fascinating fodder for your future novels, but it is quite an effective way to keep your family "safe" from whatever perceived danger your paranoid brain conjures. (Fun fact--safety is what gun control supporters want for their families too!) And to the best of my knowledge, no wire-haired pointers (or any other canines for that matter) have ever been implicated in a school shooting.

And lastly, back in my day, if a child or anyone else got bitten by a dog--the first thing mom would say was: "well what did you do to the dog to make him bite you?"

 

Big Bear Eagles and Broody Chickens

Like so many other anxious humans, seeking a cheery distraction from endless doomscrolling, the mortal in my home tuned into the beautiful Big Bear Eagle cam.

How peaceful the scenery! How devoted the birds! The gorgeous eagle pair braving hurricane force winds and snow, lovingly alternating shifts to tenderly brood their clutch of eaglet eggs.

But then alas, human watchers from all over the world realized: it was not going to happen! The anticipated hatching was moot. Apparently some distressed eagle watchers even lashed out in anger and grief. How did this expected happy event become a sham, a tearjerker? 

I would hypothesize, one of the reasons this lack of hatching is so emotional, could be a sense of mourning. Perhaps we worry that the eagles, like human watchers, will be engulfed in grief?

As eagles are birds--the one comforting thought to remember is that unlike humans, birds broody behavior is driven mostly by hormones. Male and female birds produce prolactin. (Humans do too--for milk production) But in birds it signals: must sit on nest! Our own silkie chickens can attest to this. They are smart birds, but prolactin makes them wacky--launching  into mindless brooding machines, trying to hatch balls, rocks, an empty nest! All they think is: must, sit. on. nest! I have had silkies starve themselves refusing to get off an empty nest!

With that in mind, it's important not to overly anthropomorphize the bald eagles. Their hormone levels will drop, they won't overly analyze the event or need therapy. Instead, be ready to optimistically try again next year, when the sun starts shining and hormones awaken again 😊

Greetings From the Department of Worm Meat

Dear Dingo:

I was visiting Washington DC and noticed how incredibly seriously the humanoids take themselves. Everyone rushing off to everything else, because they are so very busy, so very important and so very well dressed to impress. Why are they racing to the grave?

Answer: 

Peacocking, status seeking and basically trying to avoid thinking about the unpleasant fact  that with 7.8 billion people on earth, most everyone is a forgettable nothingburger. Destined to eventually become worm meat like any ordinary pauper, plant or piggy.

Here's a test: list from memory how many dead people you can actually recall, let alone name their accomplishments. At most this will be around 100.

Divide 100 by 7.8 billion other humans--and that is the probability that anyone will remember how important you were. Except maybe the red worm feasting on your noggin. 

So rest assured--to the worm, you will be very important :)