dream your troubles away.....here t'is another Thursday 'n a grey, gloomy thing indeed...'course, any day above ground beats the alternative....at least, I think it does, I c'd be wrong..C'd be this life is just some sort of basic training for a life to come....a lot of religious people believe that, I'm told, not just Christians....prob'ly in the clan of the Cave Bear there was some hairy iconoclastic insomniac who stared at the stars while sensible people slept 'n imagined the unimaginable....dreamed the impossible dream long before Don Quixote 'n pondered if there was an afterlife...a life after death....one of the first oxy-moronic jokes, I s'poze...
another oxymoron, a more current one is Obama, an astute politician (?) saying that the great unwashed watch too much cable news 'n are too involved in politics...go figure...I'm beginning to think that Obama is a 'Nero' type who'll fiddle (or something beginning with the letter 'F') while the late, great USA sinks slowly in the west...'n yeah, I know that Rome burned but the only way I see the USA burning like that would be if Iran hit us with a nuclear bomb 'n in that case, I'm pretty sure that we have a real-life Dr. Strangelove who would retaliate 'n set the whole damn world on fire...I think we Americans are just petty enuff to think that if we gotta go, the rest of the world has to go with us.....
If I sound a little pessimistic this morning, it's just because it's grey 'n gloomy 'n in my mind I'm ready for sunshine 'n warm...also little Willie is pestering me to go outside 'n chase squirrels 'n chickens....ah me, it's all a question of priorities, I guess....
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