A cold. It's a damned cold. And I'm not typing in an Italian accent, either... like, "Itsa *cold* outside!" Although it's not very warm.
I had a damned hard time getting up this morning, I punched the snooze alarm multiple times. I just could not get my head into getting out of bed... but I couldn't get back to sleep because of the damned snooze alarm. The guy that invented the snooze alarm was purely evil. And he probably get rich over it, or maybe someone just slit his throat for him. I just noticed that I say damned a lot... and it's a word that has no meaning for me at all. So, why do I use it to such excess? The answer to that is contained in one word... damnfino. Actually, I do know, but I'm a smartass and I had to work damfino in somehow or another. Yep, I do know. It keeps me from using vulgar words. To those who think that damned is vulgar, well, pshaw! I could teach a few of you some things about vulgar, I could. Some of you. Of course, I could learn a lot from most of you... there's a learning curve there, and I'm at the top of the bell curve. And yes, I know that learning curve and bell curve don't have even the *slightest* relationship. I'm just trying to find a way of saying that I know vulgar words but I'm not really a vulgar person... and I think that I'm failing. Back to politics... more money for that almost-forgotten war, the *WAR ON DRUGS!* Of course, to a paranoid like me, what that means is that they're spending more (of my money) to equip the jack booted thugs who will come and drag me screaming from my house some dark night. And then be tried by a military tribunal (well, gee, he looked pretty foreign to me... it was dark and stuff...) and summarily executed for not agreeing with the atty general... thereby exposing myself as a traitor to the American Way of Life, hereinafter known as AWOL. Anti-AWOLs better keep their lips zipped around here for, say, the next three hundred years. No, I keep telling myself, it's not that bad. It can't get that bad, it just can't. And then I remember my history lessons... well, OK, I actually got an *F* in history, the only one that I ever got, incidentally... or maybe that was geography. Long, long ago and a rather stupid interjection here, heh. But yes, it can happen here, and there are people who *want* it to happen here, and they are some right powerful people. More powerful than me, anyway, and that's what counts. There are some other powerful people who are insisting that this won't happen, and who are taking steps to make sure that it doesn't. I wish them luck, I do. Whoever they are. I really really hope that they are out there. I don't know who they are. I'm not a powerful person, but I will give my all to this cause... I fear, not for myself, but for my kids and grandkids. And every day, it seems to get worse, those little baby steps that the bad guys are taking are getting longer and more confident. I've said it before... I hope that I'm wrong. I hope, I hope, I hope that I'm wrong.