The poor, hopelessly clueless, addle-brained boobs who fell for the rapture nonsense might want to consult a psychiatrist and see about getting some meds-- that ought to work better than an exorcism. There is really nothing to exorcise. But meds might help, and intensive counseling. Of course, if there really is no cure for stupid...
Our weather pattern is so stable lately, with cool mornings and cool evenings and warm days and fairly dry air and only slight rain chances into the early part of October. I would hope for some cooler temps in October.
Someday I'll do some fiction again. Some DAY. SOME day. Or maybe not. There are books I'd like to re-read but they will be hard to find. Unless I go the eBay or Amazon route and I really hate to do that. There are a few used book sellers in town. I ought to browse. Someday. SOME day. Some DAY. And maybe not.
Has this ALWAYS been the United States of Stupid?? I think so. It's just that now social media makes it really, really, obvious. I regard my fellow Americans with contempt. I assume they are half-wits and/or psychos until they prove otherwise. A brief conversation is usually enough to make the diagnosis.
But in most cases I keep everything very shallow and perfunctory because I don't want to know. It is too depressing when one must say, "Oh, CRAP! Another one!"
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