It doesn't happen very often that a mere chance utterance ends up subverting the secrecy surrounding what one would have thought were the most clandestine matters pertaining to the security of the Nation. For example, there was the dropped cigar case, containing Gen. Robert E. Lee's detailed plans for the approaching Battle of Antietam, the sheerly accidental finding of which by a lowly Union Army private fundamentally altered the outcome of the battle, contributing to the Federal victory and thereby convincing President Lincoln to issue the Emancipation Proclamation. Now we have Kellyanne Conway's ill-advised oh-by-the-way reference to "microwaves" as the medium former President Barack Obama used to spy on the goings-on in Trump Tower during the run-up to the 2016 Election. Since the
By the time this post goes live, it will already be 3 am my time January 1, 2017. It has been a weird year in so many ways that I'm glad for a new beginning. I just hope it doesn't turn out to be as bad as my gut say it might be.
I've spent my New Year's Eve watching chick flicks, hanging with my pups, and writing. I ordered a pizza and marbled chocolate brownie from Domino's early in the evening before the rush began.
I don't really feel like celebrating, but I wanted to end 2016 and begin 2017 with the same thing--laughter. So it's on to 50 First Dates, the Minions, and possibly The Secret Life of Pets if I have the energy at the end of the night.
I wish you a peaceful New Year with the blessings of laughter and life. Blessings.
For the benefit of those of you who have been vacationing somewhere outside the orbit of Neptune for the past year or two, and whose sub-space radio went belly-up, be it duly noted that you have missed the most momentous television event since the last episode of M*A*S*H, arguably even more momentous: the end of the epic series Downton Abbey, about the trials, tribulations, triumphs, and failures of a late-Edwardian English dynasty, the Crawleys, headed by the seventh earl of Grantham, Lord Robert Crawley and his wife the Lady Cora. The Crawleys are of such stature as to make Mitt Romney look like Oliver Twist by comparison – “Please, sir, may I have some more caviar-and-Ritz-crackers casserole? And with a magnum of Chateau d'Yqem next time?Thenks awff-leh!” – and even came through the