Just couldn’t watch debate. Made Lemonade Instead.

Already had a headache.

Or maybe things just look so bad to these old eyes that opting for the self-flagellation of trying to suck in all the news all the time occasionally seems both unwise and unhealthy.  Maybe there is a pain in these old bones that keeps throbbing to point out that the powers that be are going to put in the front man of their choice and all else is theater to keep us from noticing.

Sometimes you just have to opt for comedy relief and the likelihood that the only chance of getting some truth comes with paying attention to the jesters.

Yeah, I turned off the TV machine and followed my pool of favorite tweetsters.  You all rocked, but David Corn rocked best! And Crabbait did a splendid job of translating Perry-speak into American English.

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