TC the Terrible

Remember the good ole’ days when we didn’t have to worry about those pesky terrorists and we were hell bent on keeping the Communists behind the Iron Curtain where they belonged? Looks like those days are coming back.

It really shouldn’t be a big surprise to U.S. Hell, they’ve been acting like the Soviet Union of old these days – flying fighter planes over other nations, setting off big ass bombs and no telling what else we don’t know about. These guys are paying parents off to have more kids, just in case you know, twenty years from now they need a really really big army. Of course the parents are going along with the plan. Who wouldn’t take a day off work to get laid? “Honey you have to put out today. It’s the law.”

While we’re sweating the end of Brit’s career, which organic grocery to shop at, and banning our own flag in high schools, the Russian Bear was waking up from hibernation. Not to say that’s a bad thing.

As a nation we seem better suited to fighting a monolithic opponent that wears nice uniforms and fights by a set of rules we understand. Who would have ever thought that?

Did you guys see this pic on the USAToday website this morning?

I’d guess from the looks of things they took it on a Friday morning at around 0545. But’s that is only a guess based on how light the traffic is and the lack of sunlight.

Everyone I talk to from THE OLD COUNTRY is amazed at how those of us living in the DC area are able to tolerate the traffic. I always thought a long commute in the early morning hours was one of the sacrifices one has to make to be at the center of power for the Free World. If one wants to do great things in life one has to be willing to so some hard things.

Besides, people in the District love to work. All that fishing and spending time with the kids is for the commoners that live out in Arkansas or somewhere. We’ve got our priorities right here in DC. No need to raise our own kids when we can hire illegal aliens to do it for us.

If you don’t like the traffic, then move.  But quit bitching about something you have the ability to change.  At least for yourself.