This story was in one of the two local newspapers in my part of the world yesterday. My sense of whimsy was severely strained by some of the comments from online readers who have decided that believing is just a lot easier than thinking. It helps me understand why we are the way we are.
Maybe the flyover will include unicorns, rainbows, and most especially COVID-19 tests, though I'm thinking maybe not. Elect an asshole and expect a shitshow. November 3rd cannot get here fast enough.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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