Back in the Saddle




Hi. It’s me, Rip Van Somerstein.
I haven’t posted here for a year. I’ve avoided reading, listening and watching any real or fake news for most of that time. I’ve been distracted by the single worst year of my life. That’s the past. It’s time to bring my cynical and critical eyes/fingers back to the keyboard and the so-called real world.
Unfortunately it’s a lot of the same crap I left a year ago only in many cases it’s worse. What’s-his-name (whn) is still squatting in the Oval Office surrounded by his criminal buddies, many of whom have been indicted. I can’t wait to see which one will flip first.
It seems like school shootings are more frequent – if that's even possible. I’m constantly seeing flags at half-staff. It sickens me. I have no thoughts and prayers going out to the victims’ families. That’s bullshit. SOMEBODY PLEASE DO SOMETHING!
 
Which reminds me, Congress still has its collective head up its ass with the 2018 mid-term election fast approaching. From my perspective, both major parties are paddling up shit’s creek looking for the oars. The Republicans are looking for a way out and the Democrats are looking for a leader. Cue U2: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e3-5YC_oHj
To me, the only real change is the price of gas. A year ago here in Colorado Springs it was about $2.35 a gallon. Today I saw $2.90. Three bucks or even $3.50 can’t be far away. Reminds me of the Dubya days. I don’t miss ‘em. Maybe gas prices will be the thing that gets whn and all his corrupt band of cronies out of our White House and into the criminal justice system.
Oh, and a royal wedding. snore. With apologies to Mel Brooks, It’s good to be da queen. Honestly, I don’t get the fascination with “The Royals.” I don’t give a shit about the ridiculous hats. I toured the Tower of London and viewed the crown jewels displayed there. It pissed me off, all that money sitting there while so many Britons go hungry and homeless. History not withstanding, no one person could wear all that jewelry in two lifetimes. Can't they spare some diamonds for the poor? Is this to what we aspire?
Do I sound like a curmudgeon? Good. I was called that when I was a 28-year old broadcast journalist. I took it as a compliment.
More to come. It’s good to be back.

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