Cold clear, and some sunny.
Yesterday it was the same in Houston, as in my (possible) new undisclosed location, well, maybe a couple of degrees cooler. Felt nice there with Chamber of Commerce ™ weather.
I was literally asleep in my chair at my desk, writing this post in my head. (I don’t know what Prince was doing when he wrote the lyric.)
It all made a ton of sense. Then I woke up. Somehow I feel like torturing the idea to fit this week. Troops in DC. Troops in state Capitols (does capitol get a capital?) Someone with Mad Skilz ™ in graphic arts re-spinning a commie work of propaganda from just a few weeks ago to make the most obvious trap since giant talking fish came out of hyperspace over Endor…. when will it end?
Not with the Inauguration of the “‘scrapper’ from Scranton”, or whatever post industrial filth hole he occasionally flies over.
Not with the crowning of the first (kinda) black woman President.
Not even with her death in the ensuing revolt.
I don’t think you CAN pull back at this point. I think the only way through is through. And that is going to take a while.
We’re in for a long slog. Stack accordingly.
nick
Kids are home because a adulterous philanderer got himself shot over something. His cause, noble as it might have been was hijacked and diverted and subverted until we have the fun house mirror version of freedom his people enjoy today. Think twice, and then a third time before attempting any discussion of the day in comments. There’s no way that will end well when the thought police find what you wrote. Especially if you’re honest, and quote statistics.