Okay. Well. So.
Staying up too late for too many nights in a row playing XCOM has wrecked my sleeping schedule to the point that I wound up staying up all night doing something totally unrelated to this, Gibberish, the games, the book I’m reading, the Actual Paying Work I need to do this week, or pretty much anything else I usually kill the hours with until about 10 a.m. this morning. The end result is my afternoon nap turned into a six-hour collapse, I’m way behind on the APW, and I haven’t paid a lick of attention to the day’s events for The News.
So I’m not really sure what I’m going to do here and a quick scan of the day’s events just makes me want to go back to bed. It’s Memorial Day, the day the government, Corporate America, and the hoi polloi pretend to give a shit about the men and women they send off to kill and be killed, generally to make someone who’s already filthy rich even more money. For example, this is the time of year when the NFL reminds us all about Pat Tillman.
For you young’uns, Tillman was a safety for the Arizona Cardinals who turned down a contract for a couple million to join the U.S. Army Rangers in the days following 9/11, serving in Afghanistan. By the time the Iraq War rolled around, Tillman had soured on the military adventure in the Middle East and had become a vocal opponent of the War on Terror. Indeed, he was in regular correspondence with leftist boogeyman Noam Chomsky.
In 2004, he was killed by friendly fire. He’d “popped smoke” to let people know he was one of their own and yelled into the radio, but he died nevertheless. That’s bad enough, but the U.S. Military did a ham-fisted job of trying to cover it all up because of the obvious bad publicity and, in the process, it came out he wasn’t killed by opponents but by his own fellow soldiers. Furthermore, it came out that his journals and notes were destroyed by his fellows even before his death was announced. Everything came to light, his parents begged everyone to not use their son for any propaganda, and everyone was pretty much an asshole about it, only bringing it up on Memorial Day.
Now. I don’t know if Tillman was intentionally killed by the military because of his anti-war stance or it was a sloppily handled cover up by a relatively incompetent military of a horrid public relations disaster. I do know that neither the NFL nor the U.S. military has the best interest of anyone in mind, for reasons I shan’t go into here. If you don’t know, then nothing I will say will elucidate you.
Anyhow, the other thing that made me want to go back to bed was this statement by White House Advisor Kevin Hassett. He said in an interview, and I quote, “Our human capital stock is ready to go back to work.” I mean, really. That’s just giving the game away there. All y’all yowling about having to go back to work for whatever damn reason? This is what they think of you. Unfortunately, I know most of you are cool with that.
Okay, before I sign off and get down to the real nitty gritty, one more thing. Because North Carolina Gov. Roy Cooper said he doesn’t know if he’d allow for full capacity at the Republican National Convention in Charlotte come August, Trump is being the big ol’ baby he is and saying well, fine, then, we’ll go somewhere else. And, of course, Cooper is a Democrat. Now, the funny parts? One, the rules Cooper is acting under are federal guidelines and, two, the reason Charlotte got the convention is because no one else wanted it.
I don’t know, I just find that funny as hell. All right, then. To work, the something-or-other of the -thing-a-ma-bob.