It has not been a very good week.
I am still alive, and employed. That would seem to be the good news.
Max's back legs are getting weaker. He's waking up more in the middle of the night. Another visit to the vet may be in order, for more pain meds.
The economy keeps getting worse. The fact that I, and others, predicted this does not give me much satisfaction.
As a conservative, I'm watching my putative party self-destruct. And you were wondering why I posted so many critical pieces? No one listened to me then, either. The GOP refused to learn from it's mistakes, just as the liberals did during the Great Society, then Carter era's. Now, the tables are turned.
My former politics hangout is not dealing well with this. Free Republic looks sane and rational in comparison. One of my adversaries was celebrating my departure, and taunting me as a "coward".
When your beer gets pissed in by a mean drunk, and the bartender won't do anything, you've got two choices:
A) 20-to-life for Murder One (if you survive).
B) Leave the bar. Ignore the jeering. Act like a grown-up.
Even George C. Scott and Pappy Boyington got tired of barfights. Nothing I say or do will change the idiots.
How much of my life do I want to spend on fools? Real Life is bad enough.
Back to the war.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment