Go ahead and admit it.
When your kids were babies you gave them a piece of lemon just to watch the expression on their face and their entire little bodies shake in revulsion to the experience. Then you laughed.
The reaction is the closest descriptor to the way I feel each year when the time change takes my precious hour of sleep away. My past pontifications on this subject require no further review but it would feel wrong not to acknowledge this at least briefly on an annual basis. It’s hard to get over, but I can probably sort it out by at least the end of August.
This week we pondered the question of drone strikes on American citizens with a rare display of an actual (not merely threatened) filibuster in the U.S. Senate.
Was it just me or did anyone else wonder how many jokes were going around drone control rooms about drones circling the Capitol rotunda during the filibuster?
The worst joke of the week is up for grabs between North Korea threatening a nuclear strike and the White House terminating tours because of the dreaded sequester. You know the sequester is the thing that means the government will have more money to spend than last year, only less than they planned on.
It’s kinda like if you told your kid six months ago he had spent $100 in the last year and you were thinking about giving him $110 for the next 12 months, but you decided along the way that for reasons of necessity, it would be better if you just gave him $105 that he should be able to work things out.
The kid throws a fit and says that since you cut him back he is trimming the number of chores he will be performing around the house starting with taking the trash out, because he knows you’re gonna notice that the fastest.
Elizabeth and I were in D.C. last month and took a tour of the White House which is truly one of the most inspiring facilities in the city. To see all the kids participating in the tour was even better. Every American child should have an opportunity to tour the White House, no matter who is president.
This move, of such crass and political nature, is offensive to any American who believes that house belongs to the people of this country and not any one man regardless of party. Chicago-style tactics don’t work when it comes to kids.
Our political leadership is universally at an all-time low point. In fact, does anyone in the D.C. crowd come to mind as someone you would trust to run my business, your business or anyone else’s business?
It is the sorriest state of affairs I can recall.
As far as North Korea threatening preemptive nuclear strikes, I say bring them on. Maybe the Chinese will finally deal with their problem-child neighbors. It wouldn’t surprise me if they launched a rocket that landed on their own soil.
We would, of course, get the blame. Or maybe they would say Rodman didn’t get the message to the president fast enough before the attack.
Any way you play it I say we come out better off than before their measly, meaningless, two-bit threats.
I knew this dagblasted time change was gonna put me in a mood.
R.I.P. my faithful reader, critic and encourager, Mrs. Loomis.