Neanderpundit

The bus is old, but it mostly still works. At first, the riders were almost all pretty decent, but eventually we got some “Special needs” kids. Then they brought other foam-helmet types with them. Soon, pretty much the whole bus was riddled with window-lickers. Now, we have a driver who is a window licker, and the only decent people on the bus are the ones who have the credit card, who have been attached to their seats with the sticky bodily fluids of the Bus-tards. The paying passengers are forced to wipe the asses of the bus-tards who persist in shittng everywhere, and nobody is safe from their ignorance.

In other news, CT is proposing a 50% sales tax on ammo. This smacks of Rahm ‘Never let a crisis go to waste” Emanuel.

That Gun Free Zones are the closest correlation to mass shootings? I knew it was hgher but I did not know it was so high. Well, according to NRO, it is.

Money quote:

“With just one single exception, the attack on congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords in Tucson in 2011, every public shooting since at least 1950 in the U.S. in which more than three people have been killed has taken place where citizens are not allowed to carry guns.”

One way or the nother the headaches are giving me some fits, and only large doses of guaifenesin are keeping me from drilling holes in my head to let the pressure out.

it has made for some pretty strange sleep/dream cycles, in any event.

Last night, in the middle of a bathroom excursion, I found myself leaning against the wall and a sentence rushed into my head.

It was one of those sentences, the ones you dream that your muse will bestow on you, a sentence that has the depth of hemingway, the cleverness of Steinbeck. It was such a good sentence that I had to say it out loud, and feel it on my tongue, and it felt like drinking 1928 Chateau d’Yquem. Then I realized what subtle snark it contained, of a level on a par with the very best, in language old enough that Twain would have understood, and laughed immediately, but PJ O’Rourke would have found it current and fresh. it lit up my whole brain, and I thought, I can write a whole book around this one sentence, and it will be a bestseller. I was still giggling when I drifted off to sleep.

And now it’s gone. it’s like losing a pet. I feel like crapola. Damn.