As TL types this sirens are in the background in some poor miscreant no doubt playing with their car in the snow is in a shattered body and shattered car because en masse a collective lust went up for a white Christmas.
This is relevant to me because satan attempted to get TL and myself on the road. We would not be here if we had gone and this blog would have ended. Think about that for a moment.
A collective sigh of idiotry wanting slippery roads, shivering pets, and dead old people all because they think snow is pretty and never comprehend that birdies cannot come in out of the cold and old geezers fall down and break their bones in the lovely whiteness or die of their Obama living cost prices in their furnace and electricity turned off as they slip off into the dark and cold. (An easier death than dying warm and cozy in a disease ridden hospital no doubt for lack of fluids and nutrients in UK doctor assisted "pathways" or being shoved off the ice floe but the end result is still the same.)
Now my children, I had given you a nice Thanksgiving and all of you were alive yet that collective sigh went up in millions of stupid people and now people are dead. There were two accidents on our journey route and fatalities there. That is now two shattered Christmases and more coming where it is not presents under a Christmas tree but caskets in a mortuary.
I have experience with such things. I still remember the body of my sister when she perished. Perished is a nice word, for a fence corner post shattered breaking the front windshield and taking the top of her head off. It did not kill her immediately so she laid in the arms of the driver expiring and the natural process of bruising set in, so for three days under the mortician's wonderful auspices of makeup we were to witness those lovely black bruises coming through. I still remember the black veil over her trying to hide that mess.
Death is not pretty nor are the storms that are created by millions of idiots wishing death on themselves and on animals. People are dead now and that is Christmas is going to mean to those families for a generation. They will speak of that year when someone died. Christmas cookies will nauseate them. The sparkling lights of a Christmas tree will be like a thousand pinpricks in their heart.
I cannot save the idiot from themselves, but I take these murders personally when it involves the Tiger Lily. Then my fury maxes out. People who do these things need to be exposed and need to be made to feel the guilt for opening their mouths and causing murder as much as allowing Obama to steal another election.
Let that soak in.
Nuff said.
agtG
