Whooo Wheee! Pete Hegseth is in the target of the media. (Or I could title this; We don’t hate the media enough.)

The view cast season 26 239202356.Last week in one day “The View” got 4 legal notes. Throughout the week they’d been getting them once or twice a show, but they topped their week off getting 4 in a single day.

These legal notes are essentially on-air retractions for slander by the ladies of “The View” (or is it libel since “The View” is a kind of recorded media?)

Slander is orally saying something that damages a persons reputation or casts doubt upon their character. Libel is essentially the same thing only in print. I honestly don’t know how that works for televised media. It’s an interesting question though.

Sunny Hostin.

The View” is always funny because when they have to read legal notes, the ladies sound like they’re reading a political prisoner’s recitation of their crimes prior to being sent to the gulag.

The ladies called Hegseth a rapist, they called Matt Gaetz a pedophile and I believe on one occasion said he was a rapist. Then they had to apologize for it. That was fun.

Once Gaetz bowed out, the more generalized media targeted Hegseth. Wikipedia paints a terrible and slightly fictitious account of the sexual assault allegations against him from 2017.

Pete Hegseth by Gage Skidmore 3.

The media minimizes that he’s a veteran, holds a BA from Princeton, and a Masters Degree from Harvard. He served in Iraq and Afghanistan, was awarded 2 bronze stars, is an author, and also a television personality on FOX.

They like to boil all that down to he’s a newscaster who paid off a woman that accused him of rape.

So much for “nuanced” reporting.

The October 2017 police report (just released) the accuser filed makes for very interesting reading. He was drunk, she was not. She escorted him to his room, there are video surveillance tapes to prove that. There are witnesses who say he was very intoxicated.

This was in 2017 when he’d arguably been less than honorable regarding his second wife. He & his second wife were divorced in August of 2017. He’d had an affair with another woman, a child was born of that affair in August 2017. This alleged assault happened in October of 2017.

I’m speculating, but I see it like this. He was “newly single”, had a hell of a mess in his life, was at a hotel, then did what men do sometimes. He went to the hotel bar, had a few too many drowning his sorrows.

I’ve done it. I’d bet almost every man alive has drown their sorrows at least once in their life. We know getting drunk isn’t helping while we’re doing it. We also know that alcohol is likely to set us up for more trouble. But we just want to numb whatever pain we’re feeling for a little bit, so we have the bartender pour us another one…

The police report details a woman flirting with & leaving the bar with Hegseth. The woman in question was there with her husband and children, but she’d been downstairs with her female work friends in the bar & had been texting her husband about this hot man in the bar that all the girls were drooling over.

At 1:15 they leave the bar, at 1:30 a hotel employee tells them to move along from the pool area due to disturbance calls from other guests. (Talking / laughing too loudly?) The hotel employee noted Hegseth was very intoxicated and that the female companion appeared to be unimpaired. They leave the pool area together. In the police report there is mention of her asking if Hegseth has a condom.

There are other details, The police in a separate interview with Hegseth note that he didn’t know the woman’s name, but he did accurately describe her clothing and that he remembered being confused that she’d escorted him to his room but then didn’t leave promptly. 

It’s at this point that the police consider charging the accuser for sexual assault. (Personally I think they should have.)

Hegseth remembers the woman saying something about telling someone that she’d say she fell asleep on a couch in one of her friends rooms.  This is exactly what the woman told her husband who was worried about her, but couldn’t leave their children alone in the hotel room.

Hegseth chose to pay the cunt off rather than adding to the difficulties he was facing at the time.

Yes I’m calling her a cunt. She cuckolded her husband, practically raped Hegseth, then decided that she’s going to cover it all up, by filing a police report accusing Hegseth of what she herself did. And to top it off, she got a momentary reward for being a lying, duplicitous, cunt.

That’s the definition of a rancid fucking cunt in my book. If society treated her like they do men, her husband would divorce her, she’d be paying alimony and child support, she’d lose her house, be living in a shitty apartment paycheck to paycheck after the alimony payments, and she’d lose her children.

But it gets better, because of this fucking police report, Hegseth will forever be subject to the assumption of guilt because he paid the cunt off. I get why he didn’t go to court but I wish he’d dragged her skanky ass through the very mud she’d stirred.

The woman, in my less than humble opinion should be tossed in jail for making a false statements to the police. She wanted Hegseth’s dick, then she took what she wanted. This situation is a prime example of the bullshit women get away with.

If a guy had escorted a drunk woman back to her room, they had consensual sex, and she felt guilty about it, she’d claim she was raped, she was in no condition to give consent, “boo hoo, I’m a victim of the bad man who only wants one thing.” 

Then the dude would be serving 10 years, & be on a sexual predator list for the rest of his fucking life. You’re never going to see that happen to a woman.

This isn’t new, women have been doing this shit for centuries. History is filled with women using their bodies and beauty to get what they want and they’ve started a few wars in the process to boot.

There’s no way to win these situations if you’re an average guy. Men are always the villain especially white men.

If you’re a dude who is on TV, runs for office, or is selected for a position by the freaking President you’re screwed six ways from Sunday. The media will sweep shit under the carpet if they like you (Hunter’s laptop,) and if they don’t like you, or the person you’re working for then they’re going to keep digging up this same old shit for your entire career.

In the case of Hegseth he gets to carry additional burdens;

Oh shit! He’s a good looking man!”, “Oh My God! He’s got a big assed Jerusalem Cross tattooed on his chest, he must be a white supremacist!”, “Arrrggghhh, In his book he doesn’t suck Islam’s cock! He says that Islam is not a religion of peace!” (That latter one is really funny because Thomas Jefferson also had a very dim view of Islam.)

All of this adds up to a bunch of smoke, mud & shit that the media is throwing at Hegseth. All of it is nothing more than a distraction from Hegseth’s actual qualifications which are what we should be looking at in the first place.

I personally like that he’s not some desk jockey general, admiral, or whatever. I like that he’s been in the shit and will have an appreciation for all the reasons to not be in a war.

I also like that he’s probably not going to have a lot of patience for fat assed desk jockeys worrying about what to call the genderfuck drag queen sailor who can’t report to battle stations in less than 20 minutes because she/he/it had to put on their makeup.

But my feelings are not reason enough to give someone like Hegseth a job as Secretary of Defense. Is he qualified? To determine that, he should be vetted based on his experience, & education. The salacious rumors spewed by the media and most certainly not the blatherings of the harpies on “The View” have no place in this process.

I do wonder in the case of “The View”, is there a point when apologies and retractions no longer have merit? Isn’t there some point where the obvious intent, regardless of what’s said in a “correction” is to cause harm to someone’s reputation and it becomes actionable in court?

How many times can I call Sunny Hostin a fat rancid cunt then say “Correction: Sunny Hostin is not fat and has no vaginal diseases” before I’m sued?

Accessed the other half’s computer today….

That’s always difficult.

It’s stupid, but I feel like I’m somehow violating privacy. He’s dead there’s no reason for him to need or expect privacy but I still feel like somehow I’m intruding.

Aside from the way he stored information on his computer, (to me it seems literally random,) there are other stumbling blocks to get past. The biggest one is that he’d subscribed to pretty much every mailing list on the planet and waiting for his machine to speed up means waiting for the download of all that junk mail to complete.

It had been almost a year since I’d turned his machine on.

I was looking for a student he’d been teaching to play the harp. As I’ve been going through yet more piles of crap, I found a cache of harp music. Sure I could give the music to one of the local harpists. Most of it would probably sit in their libraries, then be forgotten.

Or, I could gift his library to a person he loved teaching. Their lesson time together was always joyful and he was happy for days afterward. The student was marvelous, a quick learner, and impetuous enough to keep him entertained because keeping the lesson on track was a bit like herding cats. That particular student he really had to work hard to stay ahead of.

So it seemed fitting that his library be given to help feed this student’s voracious learning curve. I hope the child’s mother doesn’t think I’m some spammer.

I”d no sooner sent the email & shut his computer down again than an earthquake rolled through. I do hope it wasn’t commentary from on high.

There’s a lot of odd emotional back & forth when I’m sorting through his stuff, his computer is the most difficult for some reason. I feel it going through other things but the computer is the most draining for me.

I decided, after the emotional drain and an earthquake that lunch was necessary. I ate then got a shower & flipped on the boob tube. My intention was to catch up on the news and see if I could get the magnitude and location of the quake.

President Biden was blathering on about SCOTUS and wanting to make changes to the justices terms, He also wants to change the immunity that presidents have. I think he really should think long and hard about that one lest he be “Hoisted with his own petard”.

Joe Biden 1 640x480 1 640x480 1.It doesn’t matter, I can’t stand hearing Biden, Trump, or Harris anymore. I’m equally sick of the left / right members of congress. At this point they’re all liars, the only question remaining is, “To what degree are these bastards lying?”

So the TV was turned off almost as soon as it came on. I did learn that the quake was a 4.9 or so initial magnitude. I’m sure that number will drop because they always do.

I think it will be a while before I turn the other half’s computer on again. I’m not saying there’s a link between president poopy pants blathering on about something, earthquakes, and my use of the other half’s machine.

But well… It couldn’t hurt to treat it like a cursed object.

I think it’s time for a nap!

Yesterday was pretty good.

I’ve been bordering on being blue for the past few days. 

I don’t really know what’s causing the problem but I’ve been thinking a lot about Jerry, our life together, acknowledging that I was happy and feeling sad about missing him and the goofy life we made.

I was tossing a bunch of little things that were junk when Jerry put them into the junk drawer and they were still junk when I pulled them out of the junk drawer. That man couldn’t throw anything away!

Spring_flowers_2015_longwood_cr_Longwood Gardens L Albee.(I smiled as I typed that.)

Then a wave of sadness washed over me. The dog had been walked, but I felt like I needed to step outside. The sun was warm, the breeze pleasant, and as I looked over the back yard I noticed weeds had sprung up with a vengeance.

I went down stairs with the intent to just do poo patrol. Once I’d completed that chore, I thought, “Might as well do the weed whacking too.”

That felt good. I took all the weeds down to nubs, Then I did the patch of grass & weeds between my fence and the next door neighbor. During one of the winter storms, some limbs had broken off of one of his trees and were laying in the way. I moved them, then cut the weeds which had been growing under the limbs. The battery on the weed whacker died just as I finished the last pass against the fence.

“Great Timing,” I thought as I put the weed whacker away. Slipping the battery into the charger I noticed it was the bigger battery that came with my chainsaw.

This led to checking the oil in the chainsaw, and since I was holding the saw, I grabbed a charged battery pack, shrugged and headed out of the garage. Happily I went out to the side of the house where the limbs lay and started cutting them into small manageable pieces. 

From the winter damage I’ve seen on the tree that lost these limbs, I’m not sure it will survive. That’s sad because it’s a beautiful tree. Similarly, the butterfly bush in front of my house is looking pretty shabby too. I’m hoping it will recover but I’m not holding my breath.

The singing of my chainsaw blade made me happy. I’d noticed some of my neighbor’s Mountain Lilacs were overgrowing the power pole we share. So before he gets an abatement ticket or worse, Edison “Helps’ by butchering the plants, I started pruning.

Well, I had the chainsaw in my hand…  

I cleaned up all the trimmings, came inside covered in sawdust and debris from weed whacking, and asked Jerry if there was anything else I should do before I cleaned up.

Yeah…

My heart stopped for a second. In that breathless moment I figured out part of the blues I’d been feeling.

You see, I always did the outside work.

I can run the snow thrower and always could. In winters, Jerry wanted to help and contribute. But Jerry had shitty balance, doubly so on ice, so we agreed that he ran the snow thrower. I was pleased with this arrangement because while he was holding onto the machine, the odds of a fall were greatly reduced.

When It came to yard work, trimming, digging, planting, painting, and that kind of stuff. I did the work, Jerry supervised. He made sure that I was staying hydrated, and wasn’t out in the sun for too long.

Jerry told me enjoyed watching me working in the yard. He said I looked hot, and he liked my confident strut and my confidence while using the tools.

At the time, I’d never thought that I could be hot looking doing chores. For me, it was just chores. Other guys, looked hot doing construction, or farming, or whatever. I never thought about myself that way, but I was happy knowing I was good enough for him.

I suppose what I’d been secretly dreading was this “first” spring.

Last year, I was just going through the motions still “numb” from his passing.

This year, I’m getting back to something like “normal” and those normal things remind me what’s missing.

One “missing” ritual is this. In the first days of Spring, We’d have discussions about planting spring flowers, or changes in the yard, and trimming of various shrubs and trees. Sometimes there wasn’t much discussion, Jerry would come home with flats of flowers and ask me to plant them. I’d do it because I enjoyed the work and because the flowers made him smile.

It’s that time of year and probably why there was a bit of a sting yesterday. This is a part of the healing process. It’s just going to take time.

The good news is that being outside and doing the usual, normal work felt really good. There’s more to do, but I wanted to see what my arms and shoulders felt like before using the pole saw on some Cottonwood trees that are spindly and overhanging my fence line.

The other good news is that I’m not blue today, it seems a little yard work was all it took to make the blues disappear.

Maybe I’ll go look at some flowers up at the hardware store.