Man, am I zonked tonight. I didn’t sleep worth a chit last night and it’s caught up with me. I feel like an 80 year old grandpa. Well, kids, now that the evenin’ news is over, I think I’m gonna turn in.

Speaking of the news, I was driving along today and heard on ABC News that “a number” of women have been killed recently, in order to steal the babies they were soon to deliver. Excuse me? A number? Good God, what number? Is it possible the matter is so vague we don’t know how many? [News]

The inhumanity of Mankind continues to astonish me. I suppose that’s a good thing; I haven’t become completely jaded. When Jim Lehrer got to the end of the news this evening, and said they would now – in silence – show the names and photos of the day’s announced dead soldiers, I braced myself. When he said, “There are fifteen,” it struck me. A palpable grief, for which I’m grateful. My heart still works.

But there’s just no getting my mind around the concept of murdering a woman – a wife and mommy – and cutting her baby from her, stealing it away. My mind can’t conceive, nor can my heart approach, such a monstrous act. So when the man on ABC news said, “a number,” I wanted to reach through the radio and throttle him. Good grief, do some homework. Just how deeply sick is this, anyway?

Anyway, I’ve had a cup of hot chocolate and a phone call from an old friend, and the sun gonna rise on my back yard again tomorrow. Mean time, all you soon-to-be mommies out there, time to start packin’ heat.

… Brown-eyed women and red grenadine

The bottle was dusty but the liquor was clean

Sound of the thunder with the rain pouring down

And it looks like the old man’s getting on