The Lair of the Emerald Serpent

It's so so long since David Rowe has drawn the tin pot emperor since he became such a sad has been.

I am almost nostalgic looking at it. In the meantime, trying to make sense of all those whisperings, plotting and scheming concerning August.
There's always some new date to keep the Q cultists living in hope.

I resisted the temptation to post the Sqomo Strangelove cartoon because I could not bring myself to inflict such NSFW abominations on the serpent circle.
I guess if smug Scomo could be compared to any of trump's mob, he would be most like that puffed up pompous popinjay Pompeo.


In the meantime, I managed to snaffle a first dose of the infamous Astra Zeneca vaccine about 2 weeks ago and I have lived to tell the tale.

But I have definitely been in Zombie mode for quite a while now. These days I hardly ever manage to slink into the spare room where the Big Mac lurks. Usually I get distracted by the snug serpent sack


Thanks to the Cat, I have a deck of demons to join me celebrating the Devil's birthday. But we are all too tired to be bothered getting drunk and disorderly.


Tomorrow is a public holiday so if I'm not being a lazy snoozy serpent, I will be pottering around the garden planting lots of weeds to make the most of the winter growing season.
I might even plant some garlic bulbs even though I am more than a month too late.

In May I planted more than 40 weeds and all of them are still alive and thriving. I have got another 6 to put out tomorrow. Mainly westringia fruticosa which looks rather like rosemary. It does not have the same gorgeous aroma but is definitely an amazing butterfly magnet.
It's all about luring the critters to the Lair.