A Cool Morning

 It was a warm day yesterday and a cool evening, which made for a good time on the patio with my wine and friends. This day dawns quite cool for this time of the season, but sunny. We have a bit of a breeze, which is welcome, but not enough to extend that flag, to make it stick out and flap around, and in any case that flag has deep sentimental value and I want it to last and last. I will NOT expose it to the elements. I will keep it safe and in its accustomed place. I can see it there, and that is what counts. The rest of you can stick your red white and blue arses in the air, for all I care. Do what thou wilt. Let that be the law. Reason under will. Let THAT be the whole of the law. We appear to not be living in an age of reason. That makes things less than orderly. More order. Order pleasures me. And rain chances will be quite good Tuesday and Wednesday. I look back to the glorious day of this country's past when products like BABO the Foaming Cleanser, Carter's Little Pills, and KING BOMBAR BATHOIL BEADS were household names. Glory days they were indeed. What one might give, eh, for the return of BABO! I fear that no amount of Foaming Cleanser will wash away our sins. I fear we fall under the harsh judgement and fearsome eye of KING BOMB-BAR! He hath but the one eye, but he seeith right well with it, with beams that come out of it, not beans but beams, harsh as any gigawatt laser, to fry the pants off of those who stray. Oh, you might well pray, for beans, but beans you will not get, but rather the beams that fry your pants off. 

Does it not seem to you, that in this age we are plagued by a great many tawdry pissy pants running around? And all these animalcules think they are hot stuff. It is money, an excess of money, that makes them so.