Madness! MAD ness.

The Machines are very busy packing and getting ready to head back to Washington, D.C., the land whence this all started.

I shall post soon. But you know how things are when boxes and tape are involved.

Deep scary thought

Tomorrow, at 5 PM, I will have an MBA.

Frankie Machine, Businessman.

Read to the tune of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic."

I, too, hate the South.

Get on 395 in DC and take the bridge across the Potomac, exiting onto Route 1, and you’ll find yourself on Jefferson Davis Highway. Yes. A highway named after the political leader of a rebellion against the duly constituted government of the United States of America, founded on the principle that democracy was less important than the right of white people to own black people. Right there on signs and everything.

As is common with blogs, the jewels are in the comments section:

“Have you seen the Confederate Cemetry in places like Alexandria or Chattanooga vs. the National Cemetries? The National Cemetries are cared for while the Confederate Cemetries are overgrown and run-down. Those grounds should be cared for as well.”

Im all in favor of Confederate Cemeteries, I just wish that there were more of them and as full as possible

But no, the Nation takes care of the graves of our nations fallen war heroes, not traitors.

A whole new bonanza of material

Reminisce magazine. A magazine for the elderly.

I am going to mock the HELL out of this.

Some features:
"The Jewish family next door kept things interesting."
"Tight family strung together many uses for string."

My God. I don't see why elderly people get mad when they come on my blog. Positively Unemployed is a a damn sight better than anti-Semitism and string.