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It is All Coming Together at the Swamp

This is not Mud Head, but he will do.
I am not a conspiracy theorist--a rather elegant way to refer to a damned fool who will believe anything--but something is going on.

Our neighborhood burro--a rather ordinary way to refer to Mud Head, who broke loose and went for a Most Excellent Midnight Walk on a White House lawn; who brays on unintelligibly about being watched--and events in Washington D.C., are uncannily similar.

It is not just Mud Head.  There are too many odd things happening all at once.  This morning, for instance, I went back to Sweetwater Swamp, just to catch up on things in the real world, and what to my wondering eyes should appear, not one, but two, raccoons!

"I am in Tucson," I said to myself, "and there is something significant about seeing two bickering raccoons."

I moseyed around to the other side of the pond, to where there is a deck out over the water, and cranky noises alone indicated that the two raccoons were continuing their Most Significant Quarrel in the Bullrushes at the edge of the pond.  One of the raccoons became entirely pissed off and decided to swim off alone.
This is one of The Actual Omens,
whether The Swimmer or not, I do not know.

Of course there are raccoons in Tucson!  That is not what is so significant.  What is significant is that we are Living in the End Times--I refer to our political situation as proof, and I shall say no more about that, right now--and I am not sure that ever, ever, within mere days, have both the jackass and raccoon Signs of the Times appeared in this way.  A mud-headed jackass and quarreling raccoons at the edge of the sewer swamp!

Does the promise to drain the swamp mean anything to you now?

Cinnamon Teal
I hesitate to add that while all this raucous and ominous stuff was going on, a Cinnamon Teal paddled around as if nothing unusual were happening:  not a Good Old Red White and Blue Duck, but a cinnamon-colored bird!

 I cannot remember which columnist, a day or two ago, admitted that she did, indeed, think of Barack Obama as the next best thing to Jesus, and Barack Obama is gone now, out of office, and the Best Thing Ever is writing proclamations.

It is all coming together, isn't it?

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