I am pretty sure the first time I heard the word “Armageddon” was in October of 1962. I was a third grader in Miss Terry’s class at Lockhart Elementary School. That Cuban Missile Crisis thing seemed to be pretty serious, since we daily practiced hiding under our desks in the fetal position, presumably so that we could all kiss our little eight-year-old asses goodbye when The Mighty Clouds of Joy came rolling in.
“Armageddon.” That word may have been included in the weekly vocabulary test.
And, you know, 60 years later…
And it always seems to mess up October, which is otherwise my favorite month. Right?
Any coincidence that this is the time Uncle Joe chose to decriminalize marajahoochee? I guess that could take the edge off, not that I would know…
I’ve said for seen months now that the good news is that Putin’s getting his ass kicked. But I’ve always said that the dicey thing is that Putin is getting his ass kicked.
Oh, and lest you perpetuate the lie that I never go after Biden, I dogged him unmercifully for his hat-in-hand trip to Saudi Arabia. And now, as I predicted, it appears we just got clowned by OPEC.