More mundane mumblin’.
A Fleeting Glimpse of Some Few Affairs National, the End of January 2019
Wow! Time does fly when you’re trying to out-curmudgeon Robert D. Raiford (RIP). It’s funny – gathering the news sometimes interferes with reporting the news. So it’s been lately. The past CFF piece or two have been filed from the road.
In an effort to get “the real story,” I recently embarked on a multi-day, multi-city odyssey and fact-finding extravaganza. All for you. Well, actually I only made it to one city, Washington. The TPC corporate G650 lost her starboard engine on final approach to the District of Corruption. That made for a harrowing landing at Reagan and, I assume, for some serious expenses for MB. The other day, when I decided it was time to jet, I couldn’t. (Note: stiffing an Uber or two and a little hitchhiking will eventually get one home).
First, an apology: I meant to file a satirical, fictional pseudo-examination of the Covington Catholic hate hoax. That, sadly, must wait for another day. However, the factual matter will serve as a kick-off on this rapid-fire review:
Das Grinsen Der Weiss Leistung (Alternatively, “The Smirk Felt Round the Shit-lib-o-sphere”)
Captain James T. Smirk