A new football season is almost here, and thank heavens we’re past all the angst about the kneelings. It was touch and go there for a while, but we’re all adults and were able to see the real issue and … Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, what a riot, of course we’re not past it, we’re a nation of six-year olds who elected a two-year old to run the place.
(Much has been written in the last couple of days, all of it better than what you’ll find here. But when a queen dies, you have to weigh in on her passing.)
Hurricanes and their predecessors are usually the only natural phenomenons that get names. Tornados usually move through an area rapidly.
Both of those were upended the last several weeks, as Tornado WCG descended over the DFW area for an extended stay. The resulting destruction was about what you’d expect from a cat-5 tornado moving in and around an area for two-and-a-half months. NRH2O, Six Flags, Urban Air, Schlitterbahn, Chucky Cheese, iFly, Hurricane Harbor, both area zoos, Chick-fil-A, every Sonic within a ten-mile radius, a couple of innocent bystanders with pools, the world’s most nervous bulldog, and four grandparents still aren’t quite sure what hit them.
This seems like something the Empire should have thought of sooner.
Or has Gaylen Erso struck again?
Where a twenty-first century film-maker and a nineteenth-century poet weigh in on the same subject.
Fantastic essay this morning on Elvis (not Costello), forgiveness, music, and probably a couple of things I’ve forgotten already. Stop reading this until you’ve read that. (The Morning News website is behind a paywall, but they offer some number of free articles every month, so everyone should be able to read it.)