Today I’m having to waste time I could be using to finish Part 2 of this post, spamming the infantile rants of a banned commenter who is Big Mad that my tolerance for his/her/its bigotry finally ran out.

Well, here are some items I won’t have time to write full posts on…

1. Unethical (and idiotic) Sunny Hostin Quote of the Week. The lawyer on “The View” who thinks eclipses are proof of climate change actually said, “Had Biden just stayed in the White House and said, ‘I’m not gonna debate this man because he’s morally bankrupt,’ Biden might be the President today.”

And wouldn’t that have been grand! If only the cover-up of Biden’s dementia had been more effective…

2. A “Fix the problem” tale from the firehouse. The firehouse on my street, in a Northern Virginia neighborhood where everyone seems to own a dog (or three) has been putting out boxes of dog biscuits for the canines walking by to enjoy for more than a decade. There was even a special plastic box and a smaller one labeled “Back Up Biscuit Box.” My dog looks forward to his 9:30 pm jaunt to the Biscuit Box, but four nights ago both boxes and any sign of the red cardboard boxes had vanished. Spuds looked at me as if it was my fault. The next night, to be safe, I hid three biscuits in my pants pocket just in case, and sure enough, the firehouse had nothing. I fooled Spuds into thinking the treats had come from the mailbox on a nearby wall. On the third night, I had typed a letter to the firefighters and deposited it in the mailbox while again feigning biscuit retrieval. I explained what an excellent community relations gesture the dog biscuits were and how much my neighbors appreciated it. I also explained how much the ritual of walking to the firehouse brightened my sweet dog’s day. I urged them to reconsider the decision to end the tradition. Whatever it cost, I wrote, it was worth the expense to bring the community together, establish trust and affection for the firefighters, and make dozens of dogs happy. I signed my name, occupation, and address.

The biscuits were back the next night.