Adaptive Curmudgeon

The Three Most Wonderful Words

I’m. Going. Camping.

What? You though it was some other phrase? Surely you jest!

I’ve been busier than a one legged man in as ass kicking contest. I need a break. Also, there are clouds on the horizon. We all know it’s not going to be sane the first week or two of November. It behooves us all to build a reserve of chill in these last minutes before something* happens.

I’ll be off line for a few days. It’s a good thing to do. Cartman, my spirit animal, expressed my attitude about media and politics right now: “you can go nyah, but I’m going over nyah.”

*I have no idea what something will happen. Frankly, nobody does. But we all suspect it’ll suck. It doesn’t have to suck. It’s possible that everything progress in a reasonable and orderly manner befitting a rational society of adults, it’s also possible that I’m a Chinese jet pilot.

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