The damned dreaded day started poorly and with several hours remaining here I sit, back here stateside. Atlanta. Airport. "This" is "NOT" home. At home there are choices, ones that I, as an individual can contribute to. Here I sit in a terminal (doesn't that translate to mean the end?), listening to paid rabble-rousers on the large screen TV doing their rendition of Henny Penny..."the sky is falling,etc."
Somewhere, someone made a decision to put this clap-trap drivel on all the screens at top sound levels. And, that self-righteous fool got paid and is most likely still being paid well while we, the tired, the grouchy, wait for flight announcements...that we can't hear. And then, some bright faced, smiling idiot asks exactly the perfect question, "Aren't you glad to be back?"
He only got a small portion of a wave, about a finger's worth!
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