An amusing comment from a blog I fancy:
'As Claire Wolfe said: "America is at that awkward stage. It's too late to work within the system, but too early to shoot the bastards."'
And a nearby citizen from my parents' page on a 1938 voters' roll: 'Gunderson, Hendrick A. —Body Builder.' How about that? A body builder by profession. Of course, that was in California, but Fresno, at that time pretty much an annex of Oklahoma.
And the odd joke that tickled:
Subject: Donations Needed!
A driver was stuck in a traffic jam on the highway outside Washington DC. Nothing was moving.
Suddenly, a man knocks on the window. The driver rolls down the window and asks, "What's going on?"
"Terrorists have kidnapped Congress, and they're asking for a $100 million dollar ransom. Otherwise, they are going to douse them all in gasoline and set them on fire.
"We are going from car to car, collecting donations."
"How much is everyone giving, on average?" the driver asks.
The man replies, "Roughly, a gallon."
"To be stupid, selfish, & have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost." — Gustave Flaubert
And that's all I know tonight.