Instead of that rant, however, I will write about something else: cars, dogs, and guns. First let me start by saying that the Diplowife and two of the Diplokids are in Spain for a wedding. They went the other day to see a soccer match between Atlético de Madrid and Bayern München, which Atlético won 1-0. Thanks to modern communications, the kids sent me lots of video of them at the game just as a way to remind me that they were having more fun than I.
In an effort to prove that I, too, could have fun, I loaded a couple of my guns into my 1966 Oldsmobile 442 and . . . nothing. Not even a Hillary cough when I turned the key. I had allowed the Diplowife to drive the Olds into the garage a week ago and, yes, she did a Jesse Pinkman (a "Breaking Bad" reference for the enlightened insider) and left the ignition in the ACC position rather than in the OFF position. Needless to say, but I will say, the battery was dead, dead as dead can be. Not even my usually reliable FAT MAX battery jumper could bring life to the beast. I had to buy a trickle charger and the poor innocent senior is now hooked up. With luck, tomorrow I will be able to fire her up, head down to Poway, and burn off some 45s: I want to get proficient with my two Kimbers. Instead, therefore, of going to the gun range, and in anticipation of coming holidays which promise to deliver child creatures to the main Diploresidence, I went over to Turner's and bought a very nice Made in USA Winchester gun safe--they have moved production from China back to the US--which will be delivered some time next week. The safe is fully compliant with California's increasingly bizarre gun laws, and can withstand the latest Iranian and Nork nuclear weapons . . . well, maybe that's an exaggeration.
Running for President is nothing compared to dealing with this pressure: