One President at a Time: Now Biden

It's been a crazy winter so far, really. Unseasonable, with plenty of warm breaks--at least here in Kansas City. But it's a good morning--another warm couple of days on tap. And to make it nicer, it's been weeks where we have not had to hear about tweets and announcements from the washed-up, ex president, or his ex-press secretary, who kind of looked like a deranged Barbie Doll, and who was finally replaced by someone who looked . . . normal, like a regular professional. 

Kind of refreshing. 

Trump is still trying. His announcement of the new legal team he has lined up for his pretend defense of impeachment charges was shot through and through with the phrase "45th President," (five fucking times) and the announcement itself came from what Trump pathetically calls "45 Office," as if to remind us all that, much to our dismay, we can't take that away from him. Not that we'd want to.  He can keep it. 

I can't help but wonder if the ex-presidents club, of which Tr*mp is now the least senior member, is a little dismayed, though, like the ex-SNL Hosts club must feel about Steven Seagal.

Ooh.  Partly cloudy, high of 44!