Peace out.

Our entire political class is on fire to cut costs. Got a suggestion: shut down these useless wars. Yet another guy from my area has been killed in Afghanistan, fighting a war no one can justify. He's got a wife and two kids, with a third on the way. Just one of the thousands. I see the procession of portraits every week on the PBS News Hour, as do many of my fellow Americans, sitting safe and dry in our living rooms, shaking our heads and muttering as we switch the channel to, I don't know, Jersey Shore or some other shit. I know it's hard to care when you don't have any blood on the front line, but seriously - this war is simply wasting people... good people.

I don't get choked up very often listening to NPR, but I heard a story on Memorial Day weekend that did it - about the father of a soldier killed in Iraq, talking about how he'd planted sunflowers near his son's gravestone because the young man liked them so much, and how the father went to Iraq and saw his son, he claims, and the apparition asked him what the f**k he was doing there, told him he should go home, and said that it was all right, he was in a better place. We're on year ten of stories like this. Jesus! Time to shut it down.

Weiner and losers. Don't know about you, but I've seen people in more revealing shorts strolling by on the sidewalk. The media is in full frenzy mode over this bogus Anthony Weiner "scandal". You'd think by now the name Breitbart might give them pause, but no. Note to corporate media: For chrissake, people... the man's a newlywed, okay? Do I have to draw you a picture? There's really nothing newsworthy here. Cover something important for once. And by that I don't mean Sarah Palin's bus tour, or Trump at an Applebee's.

Hey... somebody roll a big aluminum foil wad out on to the front lawn; maybe that'll break their trance-like gaze. Or just wake me when they get bored with it and decide to go back to doing something that resembles journalism.

luv u,

jp

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