Posting's been scarce late, I know. Haven't been to the range n a bit, work is off the charts assisting with hurricane relief from TX to GA and PR, and in my off time, I'm surrounded by half-wits who believe that every millionaire football player who "protests injustice" by disrespecting our national anthem is a hero just for opting out. (Hey, it's easier than giving a few of those millions to actual causes, right?) Those players have an absolute right to express their opinions, dammit...and it you have an opinion to the contrary, well you're a racist and if you own a business they'll do their best to ruin it. Because First Amendment only applies to people that the Left agrees with. (Full disclosure: I've been going for lunch at this place as much as I can this past week, and it's always packed with cops, military and oil workers--real Americans. Somehow I doubt that any of perpetually outraged New Orleans' purple-haired white hipsters have ever jumped on their bicycles and ridden out there to dine before this ever became an issue, but then this diner is in real red-state America, not New Orleans.)
They're also going on and on about how President Trump should be handling relief efforts even though it's clear that they have no clue beyond re-posting any story that comes from the alt-left sites in which the President is accused of either not knowing the Puerto Rico is a US territory or accusing him of being a racist who wants them all dead. And they're still blaming him for "provoking" that nice North Korean fellow and saying that if we get nuked, it'll just be because of our President, who could broker world peace, cure cancer and win the Indy 500 and they'd still hate him because...well because their candidate didn't win the election a year ago. And that means that this one has to be resisted no matter what he does until he can be overthrown.
Laughable to you and me, but these zipper-heads believe it. Every bit of it. And they go on and on and fucking on about it...I've had it. I'm tired of being an atoll of common sense in an ocean of stupid.
So this coming week-end, I'm outta here for a trip back to America. I'm flying out to Reno, NV for a week and I'm going to rent a 4x4 and go get lost in the mountains for seven days. It's going to be an epic battery recharge, and I'm not even bringing my work phone. They can kiss my ass too. I shall, of course, blog from out there. And if anyone has any recommendations on what to see or do in northern Nevada, let me know, because I've never been there before and I'm heading out to see stuff and do things.