Oh, right. you probably don't read Morse. That's okay, neither can I anymore.
(Dateline: December 21, 2015 Wasteland time code)
It's the winter solstice here in the wastelands. Yay for the shortest day of the year, now we can start inching our way back to bot longer days with more sunlight, and warmer weather. Not that we've had much to complain about winter weather here. Cortana tells me it is 43° and mostly cloudy, on the solstice, in this part of the country, really? Someone has been mucking about with the thermostat again haven't they? Of course, mild temperatures and no snow are not likely to stop me from whinging, whining and griping about it.
Warmer weather and more sunlight should do wonders in making me less grumpy. Yes, I know, how is it possible that such a fount of bubbly cheer could become even more cheerful, bright and bubbly?
The the GOP clown parade has thinned out a little more. The wheels on Lindsey Graham's mini-bike have fallen off and the South Carolina senator is a sad, sad clown as he watches the clown car head down the road without him. He's still angry with angry hair dude, angry with the GOP, and angry with the kiddie table debate format, angry with the current administration, angry with the next administration. Angry with the world and all who inhabit it.
Twitter tells me that a suicide bomber attacked a group of Afghan, Nato and U.S. troops near Bagram Airfield north of Kabul. Six Americans were killed marking the deadliest day for U.S. troops in Afghanistan since an October helicopter crash, and the worst attack on Americans since six died in a July 2012 roadside bombing. I'm tired of this. I was too young to pay attention to the news from Vietnam, I can't imagine how the 'adults' of that time felt in listening to Walter, Frank, Chet and David, as they reported on their respective evening network news programs.
Will we as a society ever tire completely of war? Doubtful. Dare to dream, my friends, dare to dream...
Thanks for coming.
See you on Monday, peace.
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