Problems On Top Of Problems
O. K. I'm late with this post. I know. I know. I had every intention of posting earlier, then I had every intention of never posting again. (A long story.) I've had a very trying week. I have a new section on the site, though. It's a whenever I feel like it kind of think called The Jotted Line. (If you're reading this before 6:00 p.m. it might not be up yet. I haven't got to the actual 'uploading' yet.) It was supposed to replace this blog and it might still if some of the hundreds of folks who visited me the last couple of days don't start leaving comments. I was shocked to see the traffic. I have no idea how y'all got here or why, but thanks and please come again. (There will be lots of links and the companion site is shaping up nicely. I'm even setting up a few downloads, but that's a surprise for later.)
Now. I will stop with the brackets and continue with new news. What news? You well may ask. Well. . . let's see. There's the couple in Missouri who have the honor of being (probably) the first to think of pretending to have six babies at once. They will also have the honor of going to jail where, at least the husband will have the honor of being someone's baby -- if you get my drift. Then there's happy-go-lucky old Iran. Ahh! It just doesn't seem like springtime if someone isn't threatening to destroy Israel. (Many have tried and failed and tried again. I'm not a religious person but it might be that Israel has some pretty big time protection and I'm not talking about the kind you might get from Sicily. I mean check their calendar. Its 5766 already. That's almost six thousand years of survival. You'd think their enemies would get the hint and give up.)[Wait! Isn't Sicily a country? Why didn't somebody, besides me, catch that? Before almost three years had passed. Arggh!]
I almost didn't write the last several sentences. Trying to be totally 'politically correct' is Hell. (Trying not to use brackets is even harder.) I mean I'm a polite person, but things are what they are and Italy [ and any other country, such as Sicily!] isn't only full of saints and angels. Plus I'm sure there are a lot of fundamentalist somethings out there who . . . well, let me stop here before I 'bracket' again and bury myself even deeper in the old 'p. c.' hole.
The headline about George W. is how he's showing Rumsfeld his 'full support' -- until the Wednesday after next when Rumsfeld resigns and G. W. screams from the rafters how he knew it all along and was just biding his time waiting for the other shoe to fall or some such non-sense that no one understands, much less believes. As for me I can't wait. Rumsfeld aggravates me. I've never admired the man or trusted him for a second. (Can you say 'shadow government'? I knew that you could. How about 'black ops' or 'Big Brother'? Yikes. If Rummy was my brother I'd invent a time machine, go back in time and shoot my father in the . . . well . . . you know. . .)
Anyway, that's the news for the day. My 'dearest mother' is here for the weekend and she's driving me nuts (as usual) so I might not get back to this for a few days. So, until later, good Passover, happy Easter and all that jazz.
