Tea Was A Mistake This Morning…

…I require COFFEE!!1ow6xw

I thought about touching on investigations and memos and brinkmanship and the breakdown of anything resembling a sane political process…

…then I got better.

What’s the old saying?  You lay down with dogs and you get fleas.

A trip into that particular swamp will do nothing but make me grumpy, and undoubtedly create problems and anger among others.  While I like a certain amount of creative friction, it’s the first word in that phrase that really matters: creative friction.  Debate and discussion and disagreement for the purpose of making something better.  The current state of things is friction for the sake of, well, friction.  It’s friction not to hone and improve, but to heat and ignite.

When in doubt, by the way, you can always trust Twain to have something appropriate to say:

All Democrats are insane, but not one of them knows it; none but the Republicans and Mugwumps know it. All the Republicans are insane, but only the Democrats and Mugwumps can perceive it. The rule is perfect: in all matters of opinion our adversaries are insane.

So, instead of irritating myself and you, let’s go a different way!

A nun walks into a bar…

Erm…never mind.

This is, by the way, why I usually don’t write these posts sitting at home — I get too distracted to focus, and my thoughts can’t come together on anything.  I know it pretty much makes me a freak in the writing world, but quiet isolation is the last thing I need when I write.

Oh, I’m still one of the most introverted, misanthropic humans you’ll find, but I feed off the life and energy of people around me…even when those people irritate me.  I don’t write in the brewery taproom because I’m there to get drunk, I write there because of the crowd…

Picture the scene: a taproom beginning to grow busy, a random guy sitting in the corner, furiously typing away.  A few pets for the great danes as they wander by, the occasional sip of a beer, and and the isolation of overly-loud music in his earbuds while he makes up a world of streetkids and criminals and bitter hopelessness…

Nope, not weird at all.

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