It's important for everyone to have some kind of a routine, especially when they get off work. Whether it's copious amounts of booze, firearms, or just good old-fashioned American self-loathing, we all need some way to sit back and metabolize the day's events.
I spend my evening commute tuned into POTUS, a political analysis station on satellite radio, because after spending a work day aggravating an already ill-tempered wrist and essentially failing at everything I'm paid to do, it's nice to have a relaxing drive listening to news junkies regale me with all of the insane shit spewing forth in the political spectrum.
The booze comes later, once I've safely navigated the iconic California traffic and arrived home. Today it's a delicious mix of Bushmills and Sam Adams Boston Lager, two of my alcoholic staples that never fail to take the edge off a hectic afternoon. On the off chance that they do, however, I have a reserve bottle of absinthe waiting to do the trick. If the military taught me anything, it's to always have a backup plan.
One shot down, half a beer gone. Time to reload and ruminate on the events of the day, take the occasional break to watch the cats dart around the apartment high as kites on the nip. I sometimes wonder if it's acceptable to give them the stuff at only about seven months. Suppose it can't do much harm.
Anyway, to the matter at hand. The talk of the evening was of Sanotrum's plot to address AIPAC along with the other GOP candidates. The press pool at POTUS seemed confused as to why he would leave Ohio, still very much in contention, to try and get the Jewish lobby to swoon over him. Florida is long over and done, why bother?
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