I started typing this with a bit about the frozen things falling outside, with a bit of a lament that it’d be over soon, and that what I’m hearing is the only frozen precep in the forecast for the foreseeable future.
Coffee retrieved, and th sleet has stopped.
The stockings aren’t hung by the chimney with care. We don’t have a fireplace, and such barbarism won’t be allowed long here in the Beltway Swamp. The only acceptable burning odor allowed is the strangely-legalized weed.
Keep Virginia Blue. Just like Harry Byrd intended.
Could have been his dad, too, who was also loathsome.
So, what else is up?
Bad Saints’ loss last night. I missed most of it because I was fitting in the last bits of work.
At least they’re not the Giants.
And maybe I should get past the irrational annoyance I had about them with the weird defense and boring offense gone.
But it is difficult to do when it’s the Saints on the receiving end of a drubbing.
So. What else is going on? I looked to see if I had something I wrote probably around the time my dad died (late 2010). I changed my mind about capital punishment. This is a power the state should not have. Yes, I take into account the Church’s teachings on it, but, perhaps reflexively, I think it’s just a power the state shouldn’t have.
If someone is truly awful, he can stay incarcerated forever. I don’t care. See Sirhan Sirhan. You know, the guy that the Libertarian coming into Trump’s cabinet thinks didn’t kill his father.
Do I care that he’s never going to get out of prison? Nope. Not really.
But news yesterday had two stories that really had me being okay with them being killed.
The first was these two from Georgia. That one conflicts me even more, as they didn’t kill anyone, which is the standard for all executions.
The other was the case of what happened in the NYC Subway. I selected that story because it doesn’t have some of the photos that were on Twi^H^H^HX. Yeah, he can die. I understand I shouldn’t feel that way, but I do.
There was also some stuff last few days about North Korean soldiers being killed in Ukraine. Naturally, the NeoHippie Putin apologists question the numbers, and whether it even happened.
No, it did happen.
And they’re slaves fighting for Putin. They can’t flee without being shot.
Slaves.
Keep that in mine, Auburn.
But I think I’ve poured out enough for now. Time to go enjoy some Christmas cheer.