Big Red Car here. The Big Red Car is against the use of chemical weapons in any and all forms. There, I said it. It is repugnant.
But the entire subject got me thinking about it all and I did a bit of research — don’t tell The Boss because I was supposed to be working on my tan, haha — and I learned some interesting things. The Big Red Car has always been a damn good sharer, so here goes, Old Sport.
Big Red Car here. It’s a quiet morning and nobody is up and stirring yet. Well, except for that mean old bitch, the market. She’s been up all night long making the adjustments that she is wont to make.
Ahhh, the sound of rain falling gently on our lovely ATX. It is a narcotic sound and makes me want to get back to sleep.
But, dear reader, I must tell you about something that is very obvious — the market is not stupid.
Big Red Car here. Been watching the Sunday morning shows today. Wow!
I wonder what trial these guys were watching because it was apparently not the trial of George Zimmerman which resulted in a NOT GUILTY verdict.
Big Red Car here. Going international on ya’ll today because, well, the vaunted Arab Spring has turned into a nightmare with the chaos in Egypt coming full circle and getting ready to go ugly on an ape. Again.
Big Red Car here and I don’t want to get audited by the IRS. The IRS scares the crap out of the Big Red Car and the Big Red Car is not afraid of too damn much.
But, here goes — the IRS is a criminal enterprise. and should be punished and disbanded. OK, I said it and now I am going to tell you why.
Big Red Car here. The Boss got a few emails from folks discussing yesterday’s post in regard to the situation in Syria. The conflict in Syria.
One writer asked: “Who are those Syrian rebels we are arming?”
Big Red Car here. Prolific thinking going on here in the ATX. We seem to be bombarded by progressively more troubling revelations.
The Boss was harping on this just today.
Big Red Car here. Nice cooooooooooooooool night but WTF about this humidity? Almost 80% — that’s like freakin’ Houston. Houston, we’ve got a problem! Haha, Big Red Car, you are starting early today. Cut the crap, Big Red Car and get on with today’s story.
So the house sitter runs the snot out of the Big Red Car last night but almost forgets to fill me up with gas — petrol to you Brits. The kid forgets to gas me up. The Boss is going to hear about this, you can bet on it. I limp into the gas station and finally get filled up after the kid finally finds my gas tank behind the license plate. Where do they get these kids from?
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