Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate the birthday of Zacharias Ursinus, born in 1534. He was a theologian.
And now for an observation about what the Israelis and the Ham-Asses are doing to each other. First, a bit of background.
My grandfather was, by most reasonable measures of judgment, not a very nice guy. One of his favorite forms of entertainment was to tie two cats together by their tails with a piece of binder twine and hang them over a clothesline just to watch them fight.
The cats, of course, couldn't figure out a peaceful way to extricate themselves from their dilemma and go after the nasty guy that put them there.
The Israelis and the Ham-Asses are like those cats. They're not smart enough to figure out how to share their land peacefully and go after the Western powers that suckered a buncha European Jews into believing some ancient myth about Palestine being promised to the Jews for all eternity, and forcibly evicted many the current residents of Palestine to make it so.
Anyhow, nothing happened yesterday, thus giving the tron undergrounders a nice day to work. They're almost ready to start digging in front of the Avondale Center at the Woodburn Lane intersection. Then they'll dig across the intersection, then two more residential properties, then my place.
We're preparing suitable subterfuges for dealing with our vehicles while they have our driveway blocked. It appears that whenever they quit for the evening, they put metal plates across their ditch for the driveways they've dug across, so I really don't anticipate any real problem.
Signs of life