Teh Squeaky Wheel
Good morning and happy Monday!
Huh. Another story not making the media rounds of an armed civilian stopping an murderer:
“He’s the hero here,” Nashville police chief Steve Anderson said. “He’s the person who stopped this madness in its tracks.”
Hot and windy out here this morning -- Santa Ana time.
Good morning, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Sven!
Busy morning, already had a few phone calls, emails, and skypes before the work day started. It’s going to be a long day.
Sven -- yep, the winds are picking up and so are the temps.
I just read that Carlos Danger got 21 months in prison, in which time he will no longer be a Danger to young girls.
Hmmmm. Perhaps he can ask Trump for a pardon since he’s one of the reasons, according to Hillary!, that he won.
Normally after a Raiders loss, I’d be in a funk. When I was younger, it would last 2-3 days, which meant that during the 90’s, I was in a funk for over a year easy. Some time during the last 15 years or so I got it down to a day of funk after a loss. And today?
Today I felt just fine. I looked at the Raider fans at work, saw their sad faces, listened to their hushed comments about Carr having a bad day, about the lack of a defensive secondary, holes in the offensive line, dropped passes, no running game, and felt…nothing. Ayup, too bad. Raiders lost.
Nothing says I’m committed to the cause more than sitting on your ass eating a banana during the National Anthem.