Not entirely connected...

...but I did managed to complete my unfinished article this morning -- which ballooned up to 1700 words from the promised 1500 -- without having to stop to wrench off my head and look for damage inside.

Since tomorrow is the "holiday" for Veteran's Day (the government won't rest until its employees have 350 paid holidays a year, you know) I don't have to send it off until Tuesday morning. That gives me time to take another read or two and decide what it's all about.

It's "cold" here. I know 61 degrees would make some of you strip down to shorts and t-shirts and gambol around outside, but hey, it's plenty chilly for here, especially with the wind coming off the ocean and vague threats of later rain. I will soon head out for a walk, but with little enthusiasm. I could easily be dissuaded by someone soft and sweet with whom to curl up in a blanket...which means I'll be going for a walk.

I'm curious: If Juan Carlos, the King of Spain, can tell that miserable shitweasel Hugo Chavez to "shut up" when he operates his mouth before putting his brain in gear, why does no one in our government have the cojones to do the same? Seems like the ideal way to nip some of the world's bigger jackasses in the bud, if you ask me. Treat Mahmoud the Mad of Iran, Russia's "Poot" Putin and similar loudmouths like the uncouth five-year-olds they are, and maybe they'd simply fade away.

And, regarding Veteran's Day, which is set aside to honor those who have served, fought and, in too many instances, died for this country, I have only one thing to say: What you, or I, or George Bush or Hillary Clinton think of the wars they fought means absolutely nothing. They made the sacrifices; we did not.

I salute and honor every last of of them.

Time to stretch my legs, then get back to work.

Some holiday.

Shut up, Scribbler.