Am about halfway through Michael Williamson’t new book “Angel Eyes“.

Yah, another pager turner here. Hadda put it down and turn off the Kindle so I could get some work done, and to save some for the trip.

This is another book set in the Freehold universe, More or less concurrent with the timeline of the original book “Freehold” (Which you should read, if only to see how a society could work….and where ours is heading.

I had hoped to get an autographed copy from him at the 1500 in Indy, but he was sold out, so I hadda get the Kindle version instead.

This would be funny, if it weren’t so serious….

Woman farts during laser surgery, catches self on fire.

Seriously, refrain from gassy foods before laser surgery. 

Ok, it is funny even so.

‘Twas pointed out to me that Weiner’s behavior is possibly (Probably?) because he has been, for years and years, a “Beard” for Huma. He ain’t gettin’ any at home, so he goes and looks elsewhere.

Makes sense, really. Especially if the rumors about Huma and Hillary are true.

“If you are under DHS investigation you shouldn’t be allowed to buy a gun or to fly”

So, I expect that Ms Clinton will be stepping down then? I mean, having a firearms or flying is one thing, but running for president is another.

Indy 1500.

Shoulda bought that $900 1911 that Tam was selling. I left to cogitate upon it a bit, and when I returned, someone else had chosen to purchase it .

Oh well. “you snooze, you lose”. My Bad.

It WAS a Really Nice firearm though. Worn in, not worn out. Lightly customized. Well cared for.

Damnit.

Didn’t find anything else that tripped my trigger….

Classy.

Teaching the next generation how to behave.

Yeah, that’ll help ’em later in life. Teach ’em how to interact.

Notice the demographic. Yeah, I’m a racist for pointing it out. I got that. Doesn’t change the facts, does it?

Seems some demographics are favoring Hillay by a wide margin….

It’s not the one you think:

(And it really does happen)

HERE

Bad or Worse.

So I am on the shuttle bus from the airport to remote parking (which is also, late at night, the rental car shuttle, as the terminals are across the street from each other).

The bus is full, and I am sitting at one end. An older lady is last to enter at the other end, and the doors close.

The young black man sitting in front of her gets up and offers her his seat. She politely decline his offer with thanks, and he sits back down.

As we exit, I catch up to him. Told him that was a nice thing to do.

“That’s the way I was raised”.

“Yeah, but you did it when NO ONE that knows you was watching.”

That, my friends, is one definition of character. He had it. No one else at that end of the bus chose to be gallant. He did. For no gain.

There is hope for the future.

Contrast this with the story 2 below this.

This. 

Read.