Who doesn't love a Rolling Rally???

The Holocaust was not a cause of the war, but a consequence of the war. No war, no Holocaust.

Oh, the crazy, it burns....

Now I want a darn po boy. Fried, please. Nom nom nom. Also, I want this silly salmonella tomato thing to go away, cause I'm tired of nobody putting tomatoes on my food!!

I think instead I will run and get a doughnut.

Also: I hate that working remotely for a big company, one fairly simple question means that fifteen people have to send thirty emails to get me an answer. It makes me feel ridiculous for asking. (They don't know the answer because it's not something they do, on their level, but I didn't know who else to ask, because I work remotely. So they have to send emails to other remote people, who are not availalbe, so the emails start flying...it's RIDIC! Silly big company that makes processes CRAZY COMPLICATED!!!) [Question: "Who does this TPS report need to be sent to? Eventual Answer, Three Days Later: "Generic Email Address, and cc Your Boss", with thirty emails in between about what, exactly, the generic email address was, whether it also needed to be cc'd to a support person or if the generic email address went ot her to, and if it did need to go to a support person, who, exactly my support person was, or should I send it to her INSTEAD of the generic email...etc, etc etc]

Buchanan:

If Hitler were out to conquer the world, why did he not build a great fleet? Why did he not demand the French fleet when France surrendered?

Who knows? Hitler did a lot of wacky and dumb stuff for God knows what reasons.

Also, Hitler told his navy they had to build up a fleet to fight the British navy, but that war would not come until 1945. So of course when war came in 1939, the German navy was not ready.

Also, when France surrendered, the British navy sank numerous French warships to prevent them from falling into German hands. Many French sailors died, causing much bitterness between England and France.

When my mom makes po-boys, she uses ground flank steak, pressed together with a bunch of butter and garlic (like, two heads worth) and pan-fried. The rolls get brushed with the garlic butter, too. It's tasty, but one should not be in polite company for the next, oh, two days. On the plus side, we can eat those on her deck and the mosquitos leave us alone.

I am ignoring the disturbing enema talk until I have finished my lunch. And maybe even after that.

ION, I love the smell of Summer thunderstorms....

My brother makes awesome po-boys with fried oysters. He is an excellent chef when it comes to things that can make you gain 5 pounds by looking at them.

Okay, this is where I am right now:

Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles staring at computer screens all day, filling out useless forms and listening to eight different bosses drone on about about mission statements.

Except this job is too weird for the banality of Office Space. Except! Except I work with several Miltons. The guy in the cube next to me is a blander, less greasy Milton. And his supervisor rolls by and says stupid shit about twice a morning, just like Gary Cole. The guy who failed to train me in any useful fashion is a more hunched, nicotine emitting Milton.

I think Miltronry has replaced Babbitry in the modern world.

I think Miltronry has replaced Babbitry in the modern world.

Truly a paradise lost.

Truly a paradise lost.

It leaves me in agonistes.