It's coming up on 8AM and my usual wells are dry. CNN had bupkis other than a story from Louisiana that's more depressing than snark-worthy. I mean, how did that go? "He's stopped twitching; drive-stun him a couple more times"?
I took my morning smoke with the local cat box liner's editorial page, which is usually worth a guaranteed rant, and was barely able to raise my internal temperature past "tepid". Sure, our local pinko whined about the stupid Republicans and capitalists not taxing fat rich people enough to buy more cops and take all the guns away from people who didn't have the proper accessories, like badges, big hats, and shiny boots. But we're all stuck here in podunk old Indianapolis, which is not San Francisco no matter how much Dan Carpenter complains about it, so what're ya gonna do?
We're now only ten minutes from busy time here at VFTP, and I still haven't found anything worth teeing off on. This sucks.