New Years Eve Eve

6:07 AM, still dark outside but sky lightening (growing lighter, not lightning) toward sunrise. And, rats, cloudy totally overcast, cannot see the lineup of three planets in the eastern sky, mars, jupiter, mercury. Mercury seldom visible because, being so close to the sun, it’s just a flash at sunrise or sunset and gone. 

Time wasted this morning? IDK and really don’t care either, interesting anyway. From “this date in history” the USSR formed on this date I had a thorough mental rehearsal of the cold war and our toughness, worries, and fears of nuclear war, and enormous joy when the Soviet Union fell with a whimper and overnight ceased to exist. In some measure the USSR turned out in retrospect to have included a bit of bluster and not quite the military threat we had feared. A subscriber to the maxim that all government is always all ways all bad, it's governments that take us to war with its hatreds and horrors. Tentatively an anarchist, I hate all government and all governments, except our PC government that keeps our city clean and relatively safe. And the sense of security that comes from having what seems to be such a trustworthy county sheriff’s department for so many years.

Beyond that, leave Bay County, and you can have it. Somewhere this morning, after reading extensively about Rutherford B. Hayes (because he married his sweetheart Lucy Webb on this date), his personal and political career was extraordinary including his military service with Union forces during the late unpleasantries, an honest and ethical man, general, governor, member of congress and president, a man of integrity, I kept reading to where someone said that, counter to another maxim “grow old along with me, the best is yet to be,” the worst is yet to be if indeed it isn’t already happening. In another world, the worst might be an incoming meteorite, but in this world of worlds, the worst is underway as phrased by who remembers Pogo Possum and his pals Albert Alligator and Porky Porcupine et al, I do well and truly remember Pogo, “We have met the enemy and he is us.” The worst is not yet to come at all, it’s simply that we don’t recognize it when we vote for it.

Like it or lump it, mox nix mir.

DThos+