We Live in Strange Times

The major parties' dog and pony shows are still going on, with the usual strum und drang plus walk-ons by greenie Jill Stein and the geographically-challenged Gary Johnson. Can we glean any intelligence from this? I recommend recent posts by Bilbo as well as discussions that follow.

Oh wait, I can. Don't twitter at 3 A.M. Whatever bee you might have in your bonnet probably should stay there until at least your A.M. coffee break. As a matter of fact, if you have an overbearing or explosive temperament, don't twitter. Period.

One bit of hilarity: The Donald apparently lectured Nevadans on how they are pronouncing the name of their state wrong: It should be "Nuh-va-da," not "Ne-VAD-a." Apparently, how the natives actually pronounce it doesn't count. It's how it's pronounced by the East Coast establishment in NYC. The Nevadans should applaud him for his words to the wise.

I guess.

And I guess, as outsiders tend to do, the misguided natives of New Orleans should call it "New Or-leenz" and not "New Orlins" or "New Or-le-ans." Over my dead body.

And we have a plague of clowns all of a sudden. This arose in Greenville, SC and spread to other places on the East Coast.  Clown sightings, generally creepy ones, are everywhere, it seems. Sooner or later, someone who is packing heat is going to commit an act of colurocide or panic in the streets. Just in time for Halloween. There's a law of unintended consequences.

Some of this is due to overactive imaginations, some the result of rumors started by kids, and some may be due to asshats playing dress up to scare the neighborhood. 

I think that dressing up like Donald or Hillary would work just as well. Or a Member of Congress. Or the typical media mavens from the NYT or the WaPo. Don't send in the clowns!