"War has no certainty except the certainty of sacrifice;" said BabyBush on Monday night. Just to be sure you know, 'cause I don't think that he'll tell you, so I will... that sacrifice will not be his, but yours. Your tax dollars, your kids, your freedom, your constitutional rights. *YOUR* sacrifice. And I think that it really sucks that people are anxiously awaiting the start of this spectator war... it's like gee, war is the *BEST* entertainment *EVER*! But that's the American Public for yah. We love being entertained, and our entertainers are paid much more than nearly any other profession, whether they're singing and dancing or throwing a baseball, football or grenade. O'wait, the guys throwing the grenades don't get paid very much... but they love their work, they do. Sad, very sad. We'll get our fill in the next coupla weeks. They need to show more of the "real" aspects of war... women and kids blown apart, rotting corpses, stuff like that. Never happen, it would drive people away from their TVs. O'well... life goes on. I got to sleep early last night, and I slept really well, hardly made any mistakes at all, and then only in my dreams... Another busy day at work, of course. 'Bout the same, so I won't reiterate. It's been doing some little raining here, 0.33" according to WA5RRN. Kids have been a constant thing around here lately, and I'm getting pretty I've been saved on call this weekend, one of my friends is taking Friday night 23:00-07:00 for me, and another is taking Sunday night, so I'll at least be able to get some rest. I'm still not looking forward to it, though. More on this morning: I had a dentist appointment at 07:00, so I traded with the other tech, and then he had his dentist call him about an appointment for this afternoon at 16:00, so it worked out right for both of us and our dentists... ain't that nice? My dentist gave me a good checkup, but he chided me about flossing, as usual. I haven't given him the speech yet about how I'm not very likely to change... most people get it after knowing me a short while, but maybe he's denser (or more generous) than most other people. 21:10... I'm going to sleep now, despite the fact that the TV coverage will be going all night... and probably for the next week. In the Mail: On the shelf:
damned tard of them. Not that they're being bad or anything, it's just that enough is fu&*##$%)# enough, y'know? They're in my *SPACE*. Karen is showing signs of cracking too...
The SmirkJerk is about to come on announcing the war... I'll bet he's so excited that he's pissing his pants.