Calendar and Camus
A full week with the flu. Sure, the bad parts are over, but I'm still dragging and this *&(&#)@ cough won't go away. I think my staff is getting ready to toss me out of my own firm.
But hey, I've been totally sober for 2018. Ten days in a row. I'm tempted to try to go the entire month, but January has 31 days so, you know, it's not really possible.
Now, if this were September 1752, I'd go for teetotalling broke, just to say I did it. That month had only 19 days in it. "Six and a half million Britons went to bed on September 2, 1752, and woke up on September 14. The reason? The Calendar (New Style) Act of 1750, of course."
I could never understand the lyrics. Maybe they were singing about 1752:
I've always been a fan of Albert Camus, albeit a fan with a short attention span. I know people speculated that he was heading back to the Catholic Church before his life was tragically cut short at age 46 in a car accident. But was it an accident? It's apparently been rumored since his death that the Soviets killed him. "In 2011, the media were abuzz with a report out of Italy that, rather than an accident, Camus may have been assassinated by the Soviet KGB for his powerful criticism of the Soviet invasion of Hungary in 1956, their massacre of Hungarian freedom fighters, and for his defense and advocacy of Boris Pasternak and his novel, Doctor Zhivago, among other things."
Are the Democrats giving up on conventional politics? Oprah? Seriously? Sure, it's no more improbable than the Donald, and it would certainly get them even for the Donald, but really? The left is actually galvanized at the prospect?
Trump continues to set the pace of the world. It's not a good thing, but hey, it's not an Oprah thing.