The political shenanigans have become so bizarre I'm having trouble following up on all of it.
The Democrats, in 65 speeches yesterday, did not mention ISIS once. They are trying to refute Trumps allegations about the dangers facing America by ignoring them. Taking a play out of Obama's play book, as it were. As Twshooz and some other people mentioned, it doesn't matter who released the emails from the DNC, as long as they were released. All this hoopla about the Russians is a smoke screen to divert attention from the content of the emails. So much for that.
The latest ISIS attack in France, in which an elderly priest had his throat cut in his own church, and hostages were harmed before the police could kill the terrorists, has gotten a 14 word line on the ticker at the bottom of the screen. It does't go well with what the Dems are selling, i.e. that we are all worried about nothing and Trump's warnings are just an attempt to manipulate the masses. I am amazed at the control the Dems exercise over MSM, even after years of experiencing it. I am also amazed at the naivety and ignorance of current events the rank and file of the Democratic party evidence on a daily basis.
The parts store is where the old guys go to hang out when it's too hot to sit on the town square. Some old geezer about 85 or so was in there picking up a tractor part. He had to tell the whole life story of his tractor. Then how the aforenamed part broke. How hard it was to get off. How they ordered the wrong part the first time. All about how important it is to keep the box when you order parts...and on, and on, and on. There was only one clerk. The number of people waiting to be helped grew longer, and longer. But no one said one thing. First, it's considered the privilege of the elderly (this guy was 85 if a day) to babble on and on. Second, it's rude to suggest that you might have something else to do today, despite the riveting story he's telling. Third, you don't know whose grandpa this old man might be, It's unwise to offend people you don't know in the South. Extended families can be murder, quite literally.
Finally he shut up and meandered out of the shop. I bet I was in there half an hour, at least, and it took me 3 minutes to pay the for the gas cap. I called ahead and it was sitting there on the counter waiting for me.
I'm still running low on steam, so I am going to read some blogs and then take a nap.
Every so often I reprint this letter from my little brother. He lives inland, in Oregon, where he went to University on the Navy Nickel like his two brothers. But he has a house on the beach along the coast.
They had a tsunami event some years back, and it did not go well. Here's his description. I repost it for anyone who hasn't seen it before.