Nothing will come of this,

I am not so sure. Fanny Springer is in deep doo doo and this all leads back to the Whore House. They are doing to themselves what they had hoped to do to the Lion. A cornered Lion is noting to mess with.

A cornered Lion is noting to mess with.

A caged or a dead lion isn't much of a worry, though. They're already in the killing zone.

As Noah over at 100% FedUp pointed out - does Trump look worried? The answer of course is NO. There has been something in the works since before "The Steal".

Don Jr.hinted at it with his reference to the ending of "The Lion King". The hyenas have been feasting and getting cockier and cockier as they are led into the trap. There was something that the DS wanted, that they didn't get, in the Mar-A-Lago raid. I think that has them worried.

This is why being a helicopter pilot is so different from being an airplane pilot, and why in generality, airplane pilots are open, clear-eyed, buoyant extroverts and helicopter pilots are brooding introspective anticipators of trouble. They know if something bad has not happened it is about to.

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Thank you. Good read.

Having said all this, I must admit that flying **in** a helicopter is one of the most satisfying and exhilarating experiences I have ever enjoyed: skimming over the tops of trees at 100 knots is something we should all be able to do at least once.

God knows I did it plenty of times, and it was. I was never pilot-in- command of a rotary wing aircraft, but got a fixed wing private license between assignments.

My first legal passenger was my (now late) mother, her first time ever flying. I can't find my logbook, I must have put it somewhere "safe." I found my E6B though.

Regardless, I wasn't in control of the aircraft with Mom, I didn't fly that well, but was good, God had His hand on the Hershey bar wing of that rented Cessna 152. I took off from 07 Charlie (Auburn, IN), went north along I-69 at 500 AGL, around the circle in Angola, to Coldwater, MI, where she had friends there and back to 07C.

I swear to God, when I touched that 152 down in Auburn, the wheels didn't even make the spin up thump. I WAS NOT in control of that aircraft, the Creator was.

I wonder WTF I did with that pilot's logbook. I know I had it out a while ago to look at dates, I can't imagine what I did with it, my house is too small to swallow up as much stuff as it does. My smart battery charger disappeared a week or so ago, I thought it was still in the box, which I had no problem finding, empty.

Maybe I drink too much. NAH! I just need to move into Doc's place after her divorce is final in however long. It's gonna need a six-car garage to fit her and my vehicles and tools. A six car garage with a one bedroom, two full baths, laundry with half bath, open the rest of the way for kitchen, LR, etc. 1,200sqft above the 2,400sqft garage will be perfect.

I'll run that by Kimmy tomorrow. We're both rich and having fun reliving our youths (my first one actually, I was on my own pretty much since I was 2). It'd sure as hell make for the coolest bachelor pad ever when one of us dies (That's a foot race, between her and her mandated clot-shots and me and my family's history of heart disease).

Boy Meets Girl - Waiting for a Star to Fall

Oh fuck, it's getting cold here in the Summit City, the Burmese capitol of the US, the "City That Saved Itself" (My buddy Todd F, the penultimate Chick Magnet), met Ronald Reagan during that debacle he was on the TeeVee. It's 3 degrees now.