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Mr. Peanut Gets His Murder On


buy Pregabalin 75 mg For weeks, I’ve been courting the crows in my backyard.

Massy Nothing formal. I don’t wear a tie or bring flowers.

But I do have a bag of Planter’s Peanuts in the shell—the kind with the monocled peanut on the front. Most afternoons, I bring them out, making an embarrassingly loud kissy sound, like I do for the pups at mealtime.

Yesterday, as I stepped outside, a crow soared overhead. Not a threatening swoop, just… close. Then, as I opened the bag, I spotted him—perched in silhouette atop the pine tree above my house.

I smacked another kiss. He ruffled his feathers but stayed put. I hook-shotted a few peanuts onto the tin roof over the patio and walked back inside, thinking nothing of it.

Today, I found a rock on the welcome mat.

Not a pebble. Not one of the red lava rocks from the yard.

No, this was a rock. Brown, jagged, cruddy, and heavy—like it had been wrestled from a field and lugged, with effort, to the mat.

I was overjoyed. We’d made a breakthrough. And it didn’t involve a carcass. I’ve read that crows sometimes show their appreciation that way.

But for now, peanuts for rocks is a bargain I’ll take any day.

Even Mr. Monocle would have to doff his cap.

The True Recess-ion


Wow.

I knew they were cowards. I did not expect them to run.

The House of Representatives quit early this week. Packed up. Skipped town. They called it recess. It was escape.

They left to avoid a vote on whether to release the Epstein files. That was the reason. No spin. No fog. The files were on the docket. And they got pulled.

Speaker Mike Johnson gaveled the chamber shut a full day early. No real explanation. No emergency. No ceremonial sendoff.

Just a quick fold and a fast break. The kind you see when someone knows they’re about to lose.

This was panic. A controlled demolition of process to save a few careers.

Because in the Epstein files are names. Names of men who should never hold power. Names of men who do.

And they could be Republicans. They could be Democrats. They could be donors. They could be Donald Trump.

That is the jam now. Trump is back in the White House. And he still casts a shadow over every room in Washington. His allies in Congress want to stay loyal, but they know what those records might say.

So they cut and ran. Simple as that.

And here’s what that surrender cost:

  • The House froze legislation — dozens of bills now sit in limbo.
  • Oversight hearings were canceled or kicked down the road.
  • The vote to release the Epstein files was shelved, possibly forever.

Thomas Massie and Ro Khanna responded with a discharge petition. They want to force the vote when Congress returns.

It might work. It might not. But it forces cowards to squirm. Forces them to show hands.

Meanwhile, Attorney General Pam Bondi — Trump’s Bondi — wants grand jury records unsealed. That’s the tell. She is either bluffing or trying to get ahead of something. Either way, it’s movement. And movement means fear.

The House is in retreat. They did not even bother with the usual misdirection. They left in plain sight, hoping no one would ask why.

But we are asking.

Because a chamber that runs does not deserve to govern. And a party that hides behind recess is a party that knows it is complicit.

They are afraid. Of the files. Of the fallout. Of each other.

And they should be.