Okay, this post is not about the B-2 Spirit, magnificent as she might be. I just wanted to show the world an example of American power.
What's left of it. (And that is an awesome photo, innit?)
Our so-called leaders, those idiots in DC which we elected, are driving this country to the brink of ruin. But I think everyone who reads this blog already knows that. I am, as they say, preaching to the choir.
I don't wish to rant, I have people for that. (Well, Tuna does that. And he's damn good at it. But he's on vacation. And who authorized that?) So rather than rant and rave, I'll just say, I'm angry. Angry beyond belief.
If you want to read some well written stuff on the current state of affairs in this nation, The Skipper and The DiploMad should be on your "must read" list. They're on mine. 'Nuff said.
I'm just tired, truth be told I was up far past my bedtime the past few nights. (And no, I wasn't doing anything fun. But thank you for asking.)
Damn! Say how about some good ole Civil War fife and drum music. That always gets me back on an even keel! (And to my proud Southern readers, don't get all cattywampus on me, the Civil War is what we call it up here in New England. I know what y'all call it.)
Here's that tune I promised you.
While we're at it, here's another tune I stumbled across, decided, "What the heck I'll give 'em a two-fer." Besides which, this tune is from the other side of that conflict I mentioned above.
Fair and balanced, aye.
And I do so love the music of my blood brothers and sisters from the Emerald Isle.
Warning, some of the images in this video are very graphic and may prove disturbing to the faint of heart. War is cruelty and as such cannot be refined.*