|77th Bomb Squadron's B-25 Southeast of Attu Island, Alaska, 1943 Photo Courtesy of Army Air Corps|
The dream felt very real, when I woke up it took a few moments to realize that it had been a dream.
While I did know who H. L. Mencken was (and no, he didn't die in a plane crash, or aircraft "mishap" as we used to say in Uncle Sam's Aerial Follies, he died in his sleep at the age of 75, way back in 1956) I had no idea why I had a dream with him in it. Well, not "in" it per se, but he was mentioned.
So of course, after regaining my wits (such as they are) I went to my trusty cell phone and, of course, Googled Mr. Mencken. Apparently he's a rather quotable fellow.
So, because I am exhausted, AND my post from yesterday was (to me anyway) semi-coherent, AND because I was a bit snappish in the comments, I realize that attempting to write anything which might possibly make sense might well be futile. So, here are a few of Mr. Mencken's quotes, for your edification and enjoyment -
Democracy is the theory that the common people know what they want, and deserve to get it good and hard.Now, I don't really agree with all of those, but I can't say I disagree either.
Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.
No one ever went broke underestimating the taste of the American public.
Puritanism: The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy.
For every complex problem there is an answer that is clear, simple, and wrong.
On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart's desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.
The older I grow the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom.
Democracy is a pathetic belief in the collective wisdom of individual ignorance.
That second one is used by a blogger I read from time to time, I just can't remember who right now. (For what it's worth, I have my driver's license in front of me so that I'll remember who I am. Yes, I am that tired.) If someone would refresh my memory on that, I'd be much obliged.
Here's an actual conversation I had with The Nuke the other day, who is very concerned that with The Missus Herself being away, there is a perceived danger that I will no longer be quite house broken when Mama returns to Chez Sarge.
TN: "So Dad, have you gone feral yet?"
YHS: "Why yes, yes I have. Right now I'm running through the woods clad in naught but a loin cloth carrying a flint tipped spear of my own making."
TN: "While talking on your cell phone..."
YHS: "You'd be surprised how good the reception is in this part of the forest."
And people wonder why I haven't been put in a home yet...
I'm off to bed, I really need the sleep.
Y'all talk among yourselves...