The Sky Is Falling

   If you are already unstable, keep the TV off. We are all unstable in our unique and gifted ways. Shootings here and shootings there. ISIS. A war we are still fighting in Afghanistan. The Middle East. Murders around our corner. Keep the news turned off. But we like to know what is going on. Around our corner and the Middle East.

   My grannie was cool. Drank scotch with her cold coffee in the AM. Watched three little black and white televisions at once. She, unique and unstable in her gifted ways, was born in 1903. I reveled in her stories of WWI and II. "We all thought, in each world struggle, it was the end times," she'd say. Revelation come to pass.

   I'm a boomer and a student of history. My father served in Korea. I, unfortunately, never served.

   I detest talking politics and admit I do not always vote. But I love a strong leader. In my world, I'd love to see Ronnie cloned. When he ran against Jimmy, I voted for Jimmy. The next election, I voted for Ronnie.

  War is ugly. But that is war. Ugly, vile, and to be avoided. We should have learned a war of attrition is to no avail. It breaks my heart to think of German cities flattened with innocents harmed. The horror of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. But both of these counties flourish in our current time. General Sherman and his march to the sea. Pure horror. War. If our young people are to be put in harm's way, all stops should be pulled. Ugly, vile, and horrific.

   So turn off the news. When the end times come we will do what we have always done. Help and support each other.

  Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do. And......The news is on.