Throw Momma From The Train

Even Pete's mom said he's bad to women.

In 2018, Penelope Hegseth wrote to her son, Pete Hegseth who is Donald Trump’s nominee to head the Defense Department, that he was a longtime women abuser who “belittles, lies, cheats, sleeps around and uses women for his own power and ego.” This was after he knocked up a Fox News producer while married to his second wife. Now, Momma Hegseth says she didn’t mean it and her son’s not the same guy he used to be when he was knocking up Fox News producers while married.

Now, Pete has his mommy calling senators to convince them to vote to confirm him. If confirmed, is Pete going to have his mom fight all of America’s battles?

Democratic Representative Gerry Connolly said on CNN, “One can sympathize with maternal love and concern for a son. But I think all of us are struck by the fact that whether the emails she’s referring to, that she wrote her own son, was written in haste or not, how many of us have received an email like that from our mothers? I never did.” I got a lot of scolding from my mom, but I never got anything like that. She was really furious when I got my car stuck in someone’s muddy front yard because my best friend and I were in a contest to see who could drive the longest in reverse (and I would have won too if Ronnie hadn’t grabbed my nuts when I was about to beat his record), and the cops were called, and there was the time I put a giant rubber spider in her bubble bath, but I never got scolded for impregnating a woman who wasn’t my wife. Also, my mom stopped scolding me after I became an adult.

After Pete’s mom talked to senators, one of them said, “I’d hate to put my mom on there. She would have chewed my ass out.” Fellow Republican Tommy Tuberville said that. If dude’s not winning Tuberville over, he’s in trouble.

Sarah Longwell, another Republican, wrote on X, “Real men need their moms to call Senators for them.”

There’s speculation the White House is interested in replacing Hegseth with Florida Governor Ron DeSantis, which would be a win for Florida but probably perfect for Trump since he is a demagogue and be all in on de-woking the Defense Department and kicking women out of high-ranking roles.

But let’s not give up on Pete just yet because his mom’s making phone calls.

The Adventure continues.

I told you guys in the last blog that I was invited to a dart tournament. I thought it was going to be just a few guys in a car headed to another pub. Boy, was I wrong.

Here, I’m kidnapped by a bunch of Irish dart players.

This is John Kearney, a fine dart player and my best friend in the entire nation of Ireland. Yes, that’s ice in his cider. I think that’s an Irish thing, or maybe just a John Kearney thing.

Here he is competing, my best friend in Ireland.

The event was held at the Horse and Hound, a fine pub and all, but it didn’t have the same charm and character as the home pub of our dart team, Delahunty’s Bar.

Whoo, darts!

Another alley I passed on the way back to my hotel.

This is a de-bobbed kabob I bought on the walk home to my hotel from a small late-night Pakistani place. It’s similar to food truck food…and it was delicious.

My flight was delayed a couple of hours today because of snow in Iceland. It might have been the first time Iceland had ever seen snow, But that didn’t make me mad because I was already furious with my airline.

When I purchased my ticket back in July, I paid extra for insurance as it also took away the baggage fee. Today, Play Airline told me that the baggage fee wasn’t paid and I had to pay $100 for my bag. That was a bunch of bullshit and after tangling about it for a very long time, I paid it. There were two ladies behind the counter and during a little break when one was double-checking, the other looked right at me and saw my expression wasn’t changing and she whispered to her coworker, “He’s not happy.” I was never shouting but I said, “I’m not happy.”

Later in the terminal, one of the ladies came looking to inform me that I had indeed paid the fee and Play would be issuing me a full refund. They damn well better.

From my experience, Play Airline does NOT have its shit together. But my flight was very cheap. I found the cheapest way to do this trip other than getting a sugar mama to take care of it for me. Nobody gives Clay sugar.

My passport got its first stamp today. It wasn’t stamped when I went to Canada last October, the United Kingdom, or Ireland. Thank you for my stamp, Iceland. It’s not just nice to fill up your passport with stamps to show where you’ve been, but there’s something satisfying about seeing and hearing the stamp. It says, “We’re letting you in. Don’t make Iceland regret this.”

So this is the weather today in Iceland.

On the plane, the captain said the temperature was zero. I was all like, “Holy fucking shit. ZERO! AGH!” And then I found out he meant Celsius. I’m an American and I don’t do the metric system. I don’t even do American math like, two guns plus one more gun equals how many guns? In dumb American talk, the weather was in the 30s. That I can deal with. I brought a heavier jacket, gloves, a scarf, and a beanie.
I just sent this pic to my lady friend when she asked how I’m doing.

I didn’t know I was in Iceland. Meanwhile, she’s in Central America and probably drinking pina coladas while a young dark-skinned muscle-bound manly man named Javier rubs suntan lotion on her back. If she’s secretly reading this blog, I’m about to find out.

When I saw this from the bus, I figured “Fjarkinn” means lady eats burger with fries and Pepsi,” but to me, “fjarkinn” sounds like something else. “Why are you in the shower so long? You’re not fjarkinn in there, are you?” Also, the split in her hair looks like a single antenna. Space aliens don’t often eat burgers but when they do, they prefer Fjarkinn burners.

Lady friend also asked what the best part of my day was. It was an interesting question and then I decided, it was this. I got the entire row to myself. I had elbow room for once. I was actually able to start today’s cartoon on the plane.

Drawn in 30 seconds:

Timelapse with a voiceover:

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