It’s going to be a shorter than usual open post this week. I’m taking the day off to spend some well-deserved and pleasant time with
friends and family.
There’s plenty out there to discuss. I’m looking forward to getting a post up this week about Butina the NRA Russian spy, the revelation that Nunes and Gowdy were right about FISA abuse, and some other topics and I will in due time.
The only story I want to mention is the horrible Ride the Ducks accident in Branson, MO from a few days ago. The impact of the sinking is almost too gut-wrenching to mention. A baby was lost and almost an entire family was wiped out in seconds, among the casualties.
I have visited Branson several times and taken that same ride across that same lake, though in fair weather. In fact, I’ve also enjoyed an evening on the Branson Belle, which provided critical assistance in rescuing the survivors of the recent incident. It hits me hard because I know that my family easily could have been there.
It has become a cliche, often met with snarky remarks from callous replies from mentally and morally stunted subhumans on social media, to ask that thoughts and prayers be offered to the victims whenever something bad happens. I won’t ask for them. That’s up to you. You have your own ways of dealing with sorrow, depending on its proximity to you, and I respect that.
Instead, I’ll recommend that you take a moment today and recognize what’s good in your life, appreciate those you love, and treasure it all because one day it will all be gone and it can happen in a blink. Don’t be fearful about it. Be joyous for the gift of life and make the most of it.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go do that for a while. Later on, I will treasure the moments we here at RVS spend bitching at each other.