I just love meme making, don't you? Point here being, I think I am over responding to people who run through live with fingers in their ears yelling, "Trump is Hitler! God is Evil!" So I have a response that I am going to use from now on. As a matter of fact, I may make it a semi-monthly award thing for the internet post or media story that goes the farthest against common sense and moral decency. And I will show you that... in a bit. But now, onto more pleasant things.
I had to spend a good deal of time today forcing unpleasantness into its proper spot in my mind- the "this is insignificant, move on" box. And believe it or not, none of it had to do with the Steenkin' Pats winning another Super Bowl. I have come to accept if other teams don't want to be smart enough to load up on talent nobody else sees (ie Hogan and Mitchell) or wants (ie Amendola and Bennett), then I guess they'd rather the Pats win every year.
|Hey Dad... I found Stephen Ross' head...|
No, most of it wrapped around a motor in my cutter that is going out and causing the machine to stop at random points from which I have to start over. Our great maintenance guy (who btw is by no fault of his own not trained on such a machine) was working on it as I tried to make a prototype needed "hot" *. The cut stopped three times- once when one of us kicked an e-stop by accident- and the last panel had an unmarked but clearly visible flaw and had to be re-cut. And ten minutes after it was cut, we found that a front office boo-boo gave me the wrong color to cut.
(*Chris' definition of hot, written on my whiteboard: 1- It's only hot if Plant Mgr says it's hot. 2- If PM says too many are hot, they become lukewarm.)
To calm myself down, I relied on a philosophical epiphany I had the other day. One day we will stand at the judgment seat, and the important things will be judged- and the piffles will be forgotten. This is a piffle. Move on.
And so I moved on home, where I got an e-mail that my next Doctor's appointment is Wednesday. Despite it hanging above the computer monitor at eye level for the last 6 months, I forgot all about it. Kinda gonna make it hard to get that "week before blood work" done. To say nothing of the colonoscopy appointment I've yet to make. Needless to say, I called to have it moved back.
And, throw in that as we started doing Laurie's taxes, we discovered that Wal-Mart halved her federal withholding without any reason. And Wal-Mart being Wal-Mart, the only time you can go in and talk to someone about such an issue is WHEN YOU ARE ON THE CLOCK.
So by the time I get home to see which liberal mental deficiency my FB friends are highlighting today, I found I really didn't want to play anymore. Let them call a travel suspension that affects 7 Muslim nations out of 50 a Muslim ban. Let them tell us that it is morally reprehensible to tell a woman that there might be a moral problem with baby murder. Let them tell me that it is President Trump who is causing the deterioration of respect for what we laughingly call the news media. The other day, I found the perfect answer to all of them on FB- and it would seem that FB pulled it off the scene, as I couldn't find it there the next day. But they haven't got it off of YouTube yet... (You have to have the speakers on for this btw)