Let’s see… what to do tonight?
The Big Debate, Trump vs. Kackle, dominates the nooze today. To the point where I’m already tired of it. If Kackle gets elected president, we’re done for.
I could always stream a British cop show. As for the debate, there’ll be plenty to read about it in the morning. “Harris did so much better than expected! Real presidential material!” Excuse me while I find a barf bag. I have confidence in Donald Trump, but none at all in our mainstream-lamestream nooze media.
It’s a beautiful sunny day and I’ve been outside working on Ozias, Prince Enthroned. I’m moving into the climax now. Queen Maressa has second thoughts about overthrowing the rightful king, but it’s probably too late to change course.
I got a lot of encouragement today from my neighbors while I was out there. It’s good to know there are people praying for you.
So I’ll say again what I said to the cancer doctor: “I will take this ____ hill! It doesn’t matter that I’m scared. I’ll take it!”
And I won’t give up on this election. It’s way too important for that.
Even if I could stay up that late, I wouldn’t watch the show (which is all it’s going to be). Too frustrating. I’ll catch most of it on the reruns and commentaries tomorrow, when (a) I can take it in small batches, and (b) I can get a sense of how the left and right are reacting to it.
Meanwhile, I continue praying for you. You’re a brave man.
“On death ground, fight.” –Sun Tzu