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The Polish people have endured much suffering, being caught between the Hammer of the Red Army and the Anvil of Nazi Germany. Then barry has to go rub salt in it by saying "Polish death camps" as though it was all some Pole's idea to go slaughter millions of people. Alright, it's not like this mouthfart happened while on a golf outing. It happened during a ceremony to honor Jan Karski, a genuine hero who, among other things, risked life and limb to spread the word of German atrocities happening in Poland. Have I mentioned that I can't stand this earwig we have for a pResident?
Turns out (Iranian-born) Valerie Jarrett is our "de facto" president, and the one behind a lot of this administration's backfires. I suppose I should find it somewhat comforting that our pResident might not be the total chowderhead he appears to be, and that another is actually at fault. But I, um, am not much comforted by any of these revelations.
Sickness has descended on all the House of innominatus. Were it not the peak of the Busy Season, I'd be penning this drivel from home, curled up in multiple blankets. But it IS the peak of the Busy Season, so I'm penning this drivel from work. Dedicated, is that one. Dunno if
So the "plan" was brother-in-law would live with us for a while (end of the year-ish) and chip in on the household bills. This "plan" was part of what prompted me to quit the early AM grunt job. Yesterday I learned that BiL is moving out in a few days. Hmmm. To toil, or not to toil? That is the question! Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of groveling for my old job back, or to live like a pauper and perchance to, um, something-or-other.
Part of the "Busy Season" involves a TON of award engraving for stuff like "Graduate Anthropolgy Student of the Year" kind of junk. I take a bit of comfort in knowing that, however bad my situation may be, at least I am not a Graduate Anthropology Student.