71 years ago today, we took a decisive step to ending World War Two.
Most of the media no longer brings this day up. Mustn't offend all the "victims", ya know.
But the other day, I had occasion to mention this day's historical significance and...well let us say that it did not go all that well.
The bar that I was in was contemplating a theme party for tonight. They do them weekly but didn't know what to do for tonight. I remembered what day it was and I suggested that they do a "Hiroshima Day" theme. Everyone looked at me all puzzled so I explained what the date meant and said "Just tell everyone to wear something Japanese, come on in and get bombed!"
And once again, I was reminded that I live on a very blue island in the middle of an otherwise wonderfully red state. The wails of anguish could probably be heard on the next block, and...well let's just say that I wasn't the most popular person there after that.
Oh well...it's not like there's a shortage of bars around here.
Anyone got any more hipster repellent? I seem to be out for the moment.