Don't You Worry 'Bout a Thing

Today at work, I am surrounded by nothing but war. I can either laze in the blood and gore of the French and Indian War with John F. Ross's War on the Run, thrilling to many luxurious tales of men ripping out their live enemy's intestines while he screams, scalping them while they still breathed, or freezing to death in the New England wilderness and being reduced to cannibalism; or I can luxuriate to the stories of slaughter about the outgunned and outmanned Marines of Charlie Company in Hai Lan, Vietnam in Doyle D. Glass's Lions of Medina; or, for much lighter fare, I can read about the Bataan friggin' Death March in Michael and Elizabeth M. Norman's Tears in the Darkness.

What a crap day.

I need to do two things after leaving this madness:

1) Not listen to NPR and avoid the latest offal spewing out of the Charnel House of Representatives;

and

2) See if I have any Stevie Wonder on my damned iPod.




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