back from circle city

Boy I leave you guys alone for about a week and the next thing I know you are talking about what kind of firearm you are going to use in the coming apocalypse,  I have read that the NRA is beginning to fret because it doesn't have that Ol' Ogre Obama to scare its fans with. And you know that while the number of guns sold has gone up over the last eight years the number the number of gun owners has declined because it's the same idiots buying more and more guns to pile up on the kitchen table because well, they are idiots.

I have said before that the idea of nations is a peculiar one, we have only had them for about five hundred years.  I can see where somebody would gladly lay down their lives or grudgingly pay their taxes to like their family, their clan, their neighborhood, their city, maybe even its suburbs, but after that it is all a bunch of strangers.  Why should I care if some Canadians stole a herd of cattle off some cowpoke in Idaho?  But I understand that most people do, witness the songs sung and the flags unfurled at out sporting events, which by the way I think that fandom is closely related to that patriotism that apparently holds us together.

Tough to hang together with a bunch of people who think that clown is an appropriate leader for the strongest nation in the world.  Less than half of them true, but almost half.  Just back from visiting my Hoosier pals in the moderately blue city of Indianapolis smack dab in ruby red Indiana.  When we weren't gallivanting about we were sitting in their front room in front of their big tv and watching CNN.  The woman of the house, Jeanne, named after that Hoosier rabble rouser, Eugene Debs, couldn't take it and went into the bedroom, the rest of us stared in fascination, The horror.  The horror,

And for all this nothing really has happened.  Dumbo claims to know who he wants to put in, but more likely he hasn't gotten around to thinking about it yet.  That amorphous cloud of his people blather on and on, pretty much making stuff up as they go, aping the style of their leader while all the time keeping an eye cocked over their shoulder lest they misstep and lose his favor, and the poor newsies let them blather on knowing that they are full of shit, because this is as close to the horse's mouth as they are going to get, and they have a show to put on.

Just over the transom, neither Cubs ace Lester or Hendricks won the Cy Young award???  Outrageous!!!.   Let me look a few posts back to see what big irons my comrades recommend for the coming apocalypse.