Here I am at the public library using the computer just like in the bad old days. The computers seem a lot more human-friendly than they did three years ago. Still, I don’t like sitting here under someone else’s deadline to finish. If I was getting paid to write a story, as in my newspaper days, it would be a different story.
It is a warm, humid Spring day in Southeast Texas. It’s my favorite time of the year. I wish I could get out and ride up into the woods, but I can’t right now.
The death watch for the federal government continues. Whether the doors are shuttered due to the unbelievable stupidity of Congress — elected officials who care about abstract concepts which may or may not bear relativity rather than the lives of people — remains to be seen.
What can be seen is that behind all the haughtiness of the Tea Party types and their ideals and concern for deficits more than individuals. One doesn’t even have to see that their drive is derived from simple selfishness. The individual is all that matters is the mantra of the Sarah Palins and Rand Pauls of the world. If you ask me, neither one matters a whole hell of a lot to me. I guess that is just my difference between those folks and this folk.
As I have said before though, at least I know how to live on the street if it comes to that again. I doubt Rand Paul or Sarah Palin could say that. My hope is that it won’t go there.
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