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3 January 12020 is Festival of Sleep Day. That’s the best
I can do, anyway. It’s Tolkein’s birthday, as well as George Martin’s. The saint
of the day is Gordius of Cappadocia, a centurion who lost his job when a change
of administration bought Christians into disfavor. He spent some time out in
the desert—in meditation I suppose—before returning to disrupt a chariot race at the expense of
those who had worked hard to train for it and who had an actual stake in the
outcome. He was martyred early in the fourth century.
The war with Iran is progressing nicely with the assassination
of a high Iranian military official as ordered by the American president. Next
the dumbass branch of the Republican party, along with Fox News and the Daily
Howler, will be calling to an end to the impeachment process on the ground that
the Commander In Chief needs to keep a clear head during this time of crisis—never
mind that he brought the crisis on entirely by his own idiocy. If he cared
about the good of the nation he’d do us all a favor and resign, confessing his
inadequacy for the job he so rashly undertook. But that’s not going to happen.
Trump’s only interest in the United States is ensuring its destruction. I can’t
help wondering why.
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