Gone Fishin'

In case you hain't noticed, I'm away in South America, by which I mean the American South. Took the Weedlets to see their Great-Gramma down in Alabama.

I ain't sayin' global warmin' is a croc, but there was no need for air conditioning last night in Montgomery, Alabama. It is late July.

And may I just add, since I'm on vacation and allowed to say incautious, injudicious things (being in close proximity to my Southern Baptist relatives has nothing to do with it, I'm sure), that the President's performance yesterday cinched it for me that he is indeed the anti-Christ?

Not literally, but I mean any hope I'd been clinging to that he was just a conventional thinker and not a committed, malicious --and very shrewd-- radical has been crushed utterly.