Happy Birthday, Mr. T

Our dear leader turns 80 today, and he's celebrating by desecrating the White House lawn with a UFC fight that will be dripping with sweat and testosterone. Every morning I wake up thinking that he can't possibly do something worse than he already has, but he does it, anyway. It can't be easy to be this frigging awful every single day. I suppose that's an accomplishment of sorts.

Spring is Springing

It has been a cold winter here in southeastern Pennsylvania. Today, it's supposed to get up into the fifties. Practically balmy.

So I opened my bedroom window for Dax and Kara. They were so pleased that they actually sat together without fighting, something they rarely do. Spring really is coming, I guess.

Apologies for not posting in forever. I've been deeply depressed since my cousin's suicide. She was my best friend my whole life and I'm finding it difficult to move on. I haven't wanted to write for Doux Reviews, either. I'd have hope that spring is coming and things might be better, if only the current administration weren't in the process of actively destroying my country.

Save us, Stormy Daniels. The Republicans certainly won't

I've been compulsively watching the news the past couple of years, but haven't posted all that much here about our current president. Mostly because there's just too much going on. The scandals and outrages are coming so thick and fast that it's difficult to keep up.