An old koot rants a bit, January 10th, 2024. Well, 2024 is certainly off to a roaring start.

And that's another thing.

When I was but a callow youth, an election time came around the way it always did, everybody

went to the polls and marked their selection in the wet clay of the uniform tablets and the

votes were all tallied up and announced by 11 o'clock that evening and that was even allowing

for the time it took for the clay to be run through the kilns.

We voted on one day and we all found out what we had done on that same day. What we had done wasn't always that great because Jimmy Carter does come to mind, but we always found out that same day. Computers were introduced to speed things up and as it always

goes with such things everything slowed the way down. Now election returns

come in like rapidly cooling magma or perhaps depending on which alarmist

you prefer to listen to, like slowly melting glaciers.

Let me tell you about the 10-cent ice cream.

Wait, no, actually, come to think of it, I'd better not.

Things are sad enough around here already.

In my day, an insurrectionist was somebody who had kicked

your army's butt at Chancellorsville and not somebody who was guilty of pulling ahead of you in Ohio.

As a general rule, plugs and airplane doors didn't pop out mid-flight, having been installed by mechanics who

had been too busy studying their DEI worksheets for their workplace sensitivity training seminars.

Back in the day, the general public didn't really care if the installer of airplane parts didn't know what a micro-aggression was.

We all sort of expected him to not know what a micro-aggression was.

We kind of liked it that way.

I can still recall the Housianin days of your when Joe Biden could look

you straight in the eye and tell you a straight up lie in that endearing way that politicians have

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