Nuclear Family

Lately, it seems like you can't start your day without a big bowl of crazy. A really big bowl of crazy, with loony sprinkled all over the top. Nuclear ambitions in Iran, saber rattling from the special ed kids in Washington, the international community in a conflicted tizzy. The Axis of Evil vs the Confederation of Stupid -- it can only end in tears.

Perhaps, I'm turning into an old fart, but reading the news is not a good way to start the morning. Next time, I'll just jab a pencil in my eye. It'll hurt less. Has the world stage always been this way, like a play written by a dyslexic sociopath? I'm sure the Left Behind people are creaming their shorts at the joy of this, one more day closer to their self-fulling prophecy of annihilation.

And after watching the farce that is the Alito Supreme Court "hearings," I think it's time that the cockroaches took over. Here are the keys to the house, my invertebrate friends. Turn off the lights when you're done.