I woke up Monday with a fever, flipped on the radio and heard:
Thirty-plus years after the nukes were taken off alert, the morons in charge have put them back on. Over a border war to which we have no connection, half a world away. No words to express my disgust. So let's move on to:
Yep, that's more like it. At least for some limited areas. Nah, not really. You know how these things tend to get out of hand. Time for something more direct:
Yeah, wrap it up, I'll take that one. Don't have an axe. Will a chainsaw do?
Can't even smell my damn coffee, and I brew it strong, dark, and pungent. Next time some idiot says "Let's do some GOF work on coronaviruses, it'll be cool," remember, life finds a way.
Don't get too near, a little snappish today.