"Breakfast of Champions" is no more

I am back. It is on a bit of a sad note, though. I am marvelling at 4 posts in a row, but that will change, it always does. Anyway, it was sad reading the passing of Kurt Vonnegut today. For those who do not know, Kurt Vonnegut was an American writer of dark satire. He was 84 and was recently in the news because of his deteriorating health. I believe he lived in Indianapolis, so he saw his Colts (if they were indeed his) win a Super Bowl.

His writing, such fine pieces of work as "Slaughterhouse 5", "Dead-eye Dick" and "Breakfast of Champions". It was tinged with a bleak view of man that he seemed to connect with as a result of his experiences as an American POW held in Dresden during the Allied bombing of Dresden. In fact, Slaughterhouse 5 had the protagonist in Dresden, as an American POW, at the time, though the story flowed from past to future. It was a good book and I may just have to re-read that and "Breakfast of Champions".

They were easy reads but very poignant. Funny but dark in their humor. I guess that is what I like about them. They are me, funny but dark. He saw shit that you cannot imagine. Yet, he seemed to feel that the Germans deserved that Dresden bombing, which they probably did. He was there, and on the wrong end, as that city burned. Damn phosphorus bombs blow up real good and burn hotter than hell. It would have been hotter than the Outlaws' condo unit, if my father in law had complete control. (he does not, thankfully, but he does control his bladder and bowels, but for how long? I am amazed he has not found a way to make put my mother in law in control of his bodily functions)

You got an added Outlaw shot here. I had no intention of writing that and I could get far more graphic, but I won't. There may be kids reading. Well, I have said all that I want to say and give tribute to a great auther, Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. Ciao!