Time, UN and Laughter

I am back. It is another posting of the sublimely banal. My fucking 22 year old clock that has been running fast, only by day, it has been fine during the night, has been running properly (or at least providing a good approximation of the correct time-I mean, does anybody really know what time it is and does anybody really care...about time...) over the last 30 or so hours. What is going on there?

I am thinking that the law of physics have ceased to exist in that corner of my bedroom. Or, more plausibly, that clock is a mini-blackhole. It is just sucking time, matter and energy into some other dimension. Maybe that is where my old, blue baseball glove is. I guess the cleaning lady did not really steal it. We had a cleaning lady at the time that would "throw" stuff out and just take it home with her. The best part of this was, her daughter and husband, lived around the block from my father's store and were customers. What a dilemma. Well, when the husband took ill and passed away (after having many prescriptions filled by us), my mother fired the thieving old lady. Of course, not before she got away with my glove.

It is the Wednesday before Christmas. I just wanted to point that out to y'all. What else is there for me to say today? I do not have much. I mean we have "civil" war (I love that term, as if there is any civility in war, it is what it is. And why does that that august institution, the UN, insist on sending people into former war torn places, always after the fact, and claim that "war crimes" have been commited. What exactly is a war crime? War may be the crime in and of itself, but it takes two and you have to look at the big picture and not just the tragedy of civilians. It is tragic but it is war, especially when it is ignited by their own people. Again, the UN comes in after the fact, but what the fuck are they doing while a genocide occurs in Darfur? I guess Rwanda taught the UN and the West absolutely no lessons. I guess if you are a black African, you are shit out of luck. Get some oil and maybe there is some help available.) in Iraq and Gaza. It is tragically funny if you think about it. People want their "independence" but cannot help themselves from killing each other, but at least it is civil.

Sorry for the rant, but I am sensitive. If I do not laugh, I will cry. Okay, I may be stretching it. I have quoted Homer before, Simpson that is, and I say it again, "It is funny because it is not me". That is how I want you to live, it is all funny unless it happens to me (you). Ciao!