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Today is the first day in two weeks that the farm has escaped a Groundhog Day-esque loop of no rain and a temperature range of 3 to -3 C. We have a respectable 18 mm of the wet stuff and the mercury has rocketed to a balmy 8 C. February, a mercifully short month, is in sight.

There seems to be an encouraging break in the zeitgeist, as well, although it’s at the expense of two esteemed souls: Renee Good and Alex Pretti. Their deaths were so well documented that Trump could not generate enough whale shit to discredit them. The Sunday demonstration in Minneapolis during arctic weather was incredibly heartening. The murders are groundshaking. You’d be hard-pressed to find two more sympathetic people.

You’d be hard-pressed to find two less sympathetic people than Kristi Noem and Stephen Miller. These major shit spewers hemorrhage credibility every time they defend Aging Orange. Noem lies as easily as her boss, and Miller has the anger of a kid who never got picked in any playground game.

And, please, won’t you join me in not attending any showing of Melania, the documentary that premieres Friday? Regardless of its box office showing, which is predicted to be absymal, the First Lady has made $28 million from the project. Brett Ratner, the film’s director, has been accused by several women of rape and sexual assault.