It happens that my county was on the eclipse line. My wife and I sat out by the meadow, at our little table under a tree. We didn't look at the sky, because I don't trust those glasses that were supposed to make it "ok." But it was very strange. It did get dark, and on the cement parking pad next to where we were sitting , we saw shimmering lines, like the heat waves you see over your vehicles engine compartment on a hot day. We also saw half moon shapes all over the vehicles, on the white cement, and elsewhere. I don't know what caused either of these phenomenon.
We have Moslems here now. I am very sorry we do. I don't want them here. Some of them are probably nice people, but I still don't want them here. I've lived in their environment, and I never wanted to see it again. It's been hard enough being inundated with Hispanics for twenty years, but if the same thing happens with "Islam", this place will be a wasteland.
I go to subway to get a sandwich, and there the burka crowd is. Bad memories. I go to Walmart, and there are three 20 something "refugees" or whatever the hell they are. They have a big buggy of stuff, and once the clerk rings it up, they say they want it separated into individual piles, and they each want to pay for their own items. Two of them speak no English, and one of them does all the talking with a French accent. They giggle and act the fool. Then the arch-typical Moslem , short hair, short beard, picks up a broom out of the buggy, pretends it's a rifle, points it at all the rest of us in the check out line, and goes "boom, boom, boom!" giggles hysterically. It made me so angry I had to sit out in the car for awhile.
Where the hell are these individuals coming from? Why are they coming here? I don't know.
I've been reading. A lot. When you want to blot out the times you live in, you look to the glories of the past. I'm reading a book about the U.S. Navy at Guadalcanal right now, and another about the Peloponnesian War. I go to the library frequently. It's cool, it's quiet. I have a truce with the lady that runs it. We've had run in's before, but these days I just get my books, and leave.
I miss reading the blogs I used to read. I have found that if you don't write your own blog, you tend to not go on the internet and look at other blogs. I need to get back in the swing of things. I had decided to just delete it. But I couldn't back it up, the program wouldn't work for me, and the only way I could get it off the internet was to go to the setting and choose "authors only" for access. If you do that, it hits people who try to see the blog and says "you do not have access to this blog." I didn't want anyone thinking that I dropped them off some kind of list.
Putting the verification thing on the blog has gotten rid of the massive amount of spam I was getting every day, and that's good.
I am not sure where I'm going with the blog in the end, or what I want to change. But I'm working on it.
Sulking in his tent didn't work out for Achilles, either.
I don't share this complete idiot's point of view. But his side is winning.