So, frustrations with satellite internet out here in the lush greenery of rural Virginia were enough to make me sign up for an additional service, one the ads tell me will bring the forces of nature to power my insatiable desire for more information here in the peaceful pastures near the Big River.

It actually was to have the ability to stream manufactured content from our friends and betters in Hollywood, but I should have known that the buffering would make the new service unwatchable. I am going to assume that there is something else going on, not an act of God but perhaps the cloud of African sand that is overwhelming our atmosphere and an ocean and is swirling up to us in Virginia from the Gulf. It is certainly possible, because there is a bit of a lull in the hysteria that has accompanied everything in this fractious year of 2020.

There is a distinct pause in our political affairs due to the national holiday that features explosive detonations to celebrate our independence from the King. Our moronic Governor has declared we are in what he calls “Phase 3” of our recovery from the plague. He hastened to amend that loosening of restrictions to specifically not include bars, which apparently are much more dangerous than thickly packed demonstrations. That is one intelligent virus, I’ll tell you.

No one is talking about the Locust eruption to the south that is spilling from Argentina to Brazil to our south. Expert wisdom apparently thinks Panama is too narrow for the voracious little bugs that are threatening the crops of two large nations. They seem to be keeping their heads down, like our 17-year cicadas and there may be more news to come from all of them.

The relative quiet is well earned for a variety of reasons. The people who have occupied the central cities across the land are running out of good ideas, food and ammunition. Even deep Blue mayors are being forced to show some resolve against them, and it may be that rioting, looting and killing may not be the sort of bullet points a serious candidate would want on their campaign literature.

There are some indications of what is to come after the holidays. Apparently some minions of the Intelligence Community I used to serve consider their expert opinions so vital to national security that they needed to go to The New York Times and whisper the the President is still colluding with the Russians who are putting out fat bounties to the killers of American troops in the mountains of Afghanistan. That is a serious charge, one that ignores the unpleasant fact that we killed 300 Russians in an inadvertent airstrike in Syria last year.

Funny that the same old stories keep erupting in serial order as the need for scandal continues in the race to November. Even the plague is back due to improved testing. Death rates continue downward, but I have to expert opinions as to why that might be. I do know it seems safer on the farm, and that is where I intend to stay for a while. Next!

Here is the postcard from the fetid swamp by the Potomac….Having a wonderful time. Wish you were here!

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