Ever notice how all the key players in the ongoing Planned Parenthood scandal are women? Here's a candid shot of a Planned Parenthood exec relaxing at home in the kitchen:
Notice how every one of the women so far caught on video tries to look good on the outside: designer scarves, coifed hair etc. There is something uniquely evil about such women--especially middle aged women -- who carry out such banal evils while trying to "look good." As if any layer of costume can mask their venality. I can see their inner hag.
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Feminists are busy ignoring this whole sordid business. They are obsessed with destroying Donald Trump.
Say, that was quite a Facebook post by Sarah Palin yesterday. Someone should have blogged it here.
I would love seeing a steady drip as they scurry like vermin, cornered they hiss and leap out to attack, wage counter investigations, bring the weight of bureaucratized politicized government while the contradictions become too great to ignore anymore and public support erodes all edges.
Speaking of eroding edges I think I figured out what is wrong with the elephant ear plant. Sun. Doesn't like sun. Sun burns holes right in the middle of the leaves causing browned dead edges, plus the leaf edges curl and brown not just the sun-damaged holes . I thought it was the pot too shallow, that perhaps I should't have filled the bottom with styrofoam just to save a couple cubic feet of soil, then today I saw very large leaf plants in pots more shallow than mine. So it must be the light. Too bad. The terrace gets direct sun in afternoon and that's what they hate.
Maybe I can layer it so they're in front and shaded by other plants. Grown at floor level instead of in the tallest pot. Maybe a screen of some sort. Perhaps a tall 8' narrow screen of vine. I already have that tucked in a corner, I can bring it out like a metal shoji screen with rapidly growing morning glory vines for shade. Maybe have the plants inside, in a corner at the door to blend inside with outside since they're going to be so delicate about sun. I bet that is it.
That's my next giant elephant-ear bulb experiment sorted.
I wrote Caladiums 4 Less and told them their tubers didn't work.
Bill wrote back and told me to calm down the weather must be constantly hot through the night. Give it a couple more days.
Two days later I wrote again for update. You are right, Bill, they are all coming up all over the place. I apologize. I was wrong and you are right.
I thought 30 was a lot, it is for me, but it's not for others. People do 10x that much every year.
Bill wrote back and said that's good. Trust him, he knows what he's doing.
I thought he's just a guy selling tubers.
Weeks later I see these things taking over where other plants failed and as things that I chose from nurseries did okay for awhile then died one by one the caladiums grew three by three taking over and saving my project so I told that to Bill and I mentioned had I known then I would have bought double.
Bill wrote back and offered me double.
End of the season he always has extra tubers. He told me he watches his stock of tubers like a hawk but the end of each season bulbs are wasted. He's just as happy to give them away. So where I ordered and paid for 10, the bag held 30. I ordered three types, so 30 total and ended up with 90. I went around sticking them in every place I could fit them, every blank space of dirt and crowded them into every anticipated blank space as early plants phase out these will take over completely and last through the end of summer until the nights turn continuously cool. Then the party is over. They're tropical. They hibernate until they're ready to pick up again. They do this for three years, hopefully producing new side-tubers before drying up and conking out. We'll see. They're sufficiently inexpensive you can buy a whole new batch every year. And the new patterns are spectacular. Mind blowing. Because it's pattern on pattern on pattern and utterly exotic. You'd think they're all different genus and not just different species and cultivars. Es una explosión muy grande y dramático de mi mente.
So Bill writes back and goes, I'm coming up there to stay at my brother's as home base to do a bunch of nearby stuff. For he loves it so. Colorado is his kind of place. He'll be dropping in to see my project for himself.
This way he can write off his trip as expense.
And I'm thinking, look at me, aren't I special? I get all this personal attention and a whole bunch of free caladium tubers and a new talkative friend besides. Bill went on for quite a long time on the telephone putting together the second order and carrying on about all manner of things.
Today I read reviews of the place, Caladiums 4 Less, and discovered everybody feels the same way. I'm not special at all. He has photos of lots of peoples caladiums. They have contests in fact. Bill and another run a whole caladium festival. Lake Placid is the caladium capital of the world. Bill's place is quite large. Photos show the likes of the tulip farms that you see every year. Same thing with caladiums. They're taking over the world. Because they're such outstanding plants for plantdummkopfs with schwartzthumbs.
Can you imagine that? You buy tubers from a guy in Florida and he comes all the way up here to see how they're doing.
RE: Caladiums
Found the middle of this tale in the Wolf in the Sheepfold thread, with this addition revealing a whole 'nother layer of goodness. Pattern on pattern on pattern unfolding.
I may try some of myself next year. Along with an order of the Night Scented Stock seeds noted by a commenter at TOP. http://www.seedaholic.com/matthiola-longipetala-night-scented-stock.html
We recently used the carpet cleaning solution from the Dollar Store (mentioned here by ChipA a while back) with good effect. Some things take on a life of their own. When I told the girl checking me out that I'd come looking for the cleaner after hearing about it from a guy online who swore by it, she lit up and became animated, stopping mid check to point out a large white spot near the door on their otherwise dubiously maintained linoleum floor to say that's where a bottle of the stuff was dropped and spilled over a year ago. Testimony like that can't be beat. I stopped short of recommending they break open another bottle to clean the rest of the floor, as that would leave her without a story to tell. Plus it felt great to walk past the spot and know I was taking something that powerful home with me.
Unexpected connections. They fall into the category of explosións muy grande y dramático de mi mente.
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