-- Talk radio is hilarious in this town.
-- Sunday the boys are going to be paraded at a rescue event. Custer is going to lose his mind. Sherman will look at us scornfully.
-- On the topic of Sherman and Custer, Sherman hates water -- I mean he hates water. Custer only hates when it rains.
-- Our apartment has become a part of the animal kingdom. Apart from the resident bullies, a robin has taken up residence to hatch her little ones, another bird has built a next under the upper awning and when I was bringing the boys in at lunch from doing their business, I found a very small turtle trying to sneak into the apartment. Just call us the Doolittles.
-- I just love inclement weather.
-- Rumors are swirling that Earvin Johnson has someone set up the racist Donald Sterling to further harm himself publicly. Not that it would matter; Mr. Sterling has to go. But Mr. Johnson would have been well advised to have no contact with Mr. Sterling at all. If one lies down with dogs one's going to get fleas.
-- So far, the return of 24 isn't too bad. I still don't like Kiefer Sutherland though. It figures: He was born in London, England. And he has a twin sister...poor girl.
-- Liberal intolerance has reached new lows. Condoleeza Rice withdrew as the commencement speaker at Rutgers after students protested. Apparently, they oppose her involvement in the Iraq War as Secretary of State. Funny, they'd welcome President Obama with open arms and palm fronds despite his use of drones.
-- What's the over/under on when Alec Baldwin kills himself or goes to jail?
-- Did Richard Dreyfus have a lobotomy? And what's with Bill Maher? Is this the apocalypse?
-- As expected, the MSM is ignoring the latest developments on Benghazi. I should have bet that would happen. I'd be rich.
-- I repeat, in case anyone missed it: The Stanley Cup playoffs are the best professional sports playoffs of any kind on earth, bar none.
-- I apologize to Mr. Dreyfus and Mr. Maher (well, sort of...): The sign of the apocalypse occurred at the 2014 Eurovision contest when something called Conchita Wurst of Austria won the contest. Here's a photo of the winner (do not adjust your computer settings, but hide the children):
Austria, with its well-known reputation for tolerance, must be so proud.
-- Normally, I don't give a rip about politics, but the mid-term elections this November ought to be interesting.
-- Woot. The Cubs clobbered the Cardinals in St. Louis. When one is a Cubs' fan, one takes his victories when he can get 'em.
-- So allegedly Eric Holder is coaxing banks to refuse to open accounts to those in the porn industry. Censorship much? By what authority can Mr. Holder enforce this?
-- After we move this summer I'm going to enjoy at least one night reading a book on our porch while the sun goes down.
-- My girl is the best person I know, the prettiest woman I've ever known and more fun than a guy can shake a stick at. You have my permission to be jealous.
-- It's definitely tricky, but those people who are fortunate to have children should be a little more aware around those of us who, for whatever reason, were unable to have children. Those who chose not to have children have no room to complain.
-- I like that Cheerios biracial couple commercial. I'm astounded from where some of the bigotry is coming.
-- OK, now that the NFL draft is over I can ignore pro football for another year.
-- Listening to George Will is an educational experience every single time.
-- I can't help it: I like The Five. I wish Greg Gutfeld would quit trying to be funny.
-- Packing, moving and unpacking will be our summertime activities this year. I really don't mind it, especially since we won't be doing this again anytime soon.
-- Kathleen Madigan is positively hysterical. I heartily recommend attending one of her concerts.
-- I look forward to the next time the family sabelotodo tries to school me. As they say, don't bring a knife to a gunfight.
-- I can't wait to unpack my books if for no other reason than I'm running out of books to read that I kept aside when we moved last week.
-- I really, really want a sniper rifle. For the time being, a varmint gun will have to suffice.
-- Face it, I enjoy teaching. And I'm good at it.
-- Face it, Part II: I really stink at anything involving computers.
And with that, I'm off to buy my girl some Honeycomb.
(c) 2014 The Truxton Spangler Chronicles
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