Good Morning Gentle Readers,
The chicks over at the Ladies Auxiliary Against The War would likely disagree but TWC says that the George Bush legacy will be that extra month of Daylight Savings Time he foisted on us. Good gravy, it's still dark at seven am here at the Casa. What the heck time does the sun come up in Seattle? Wait, can you see the sunrise in Seattle through the drizzle? Rim Shot. Oh, I'll get emails on that one.
Worse, despite billions of megabytes of unwanted downloads that Gates and company dumps onto my old work horse without asking, Microsoft couldn't find anyone to write a Dam Critical Update to correct the automatic change to Standard Time in XP that happened last night, a full week before it was supposed to.
Oh, and for those who keep saying GWB didn't serve his time in the Air Nationnal Guard:
And just like last time, the bureaucratic SNAFUS and idiocy cost us billions of dollars and millions of acres.
The choppers were requested by the state Office of Emergency Services at 4:30 p.m. Sunday, but the civilian pilots were given 24 hours to report, including eight hours to sleep.
By the time the helicopters and pilots were ready to fly – about noon Monday – the California Deportment of Forestry and Fire Protection didn't have the required fire spotters to ride with them into the field.
By the time spotters were available, 53 minutes later, weather conditions had gotten so bad the craft were grounded. The three choppers didn't hit the air until Tuesday.
The Associated Press reported that the National Guard could not use its C-130 cargo planes, which are among the most powerful aerial firefighting weapons, because they did not have the tanks needed to carry thousands of gallons of fire retardant – even though they were promised four years ago.
The fires are depressing enough without the realization that no matter what Arnie says to the media, his lips are moving. You'd think with the extra 40 billion he's spending this year that he coulda bought a coupla planes. Or at least some new tanks.
Okay, coffee break is over, back on your heads. Me? I feel like I'm on my head, isn't today Sunday? And I'm working? Something desperately wrong with that picture my friends.