Why in Hell?

So here we are, on the least enjoyable anniversary of recent years. To the tune of Sunday morning spin doctors spinning, I took up the chore of replacing a few burnt-out bulbs around the house.

So, with all our technology, why is it we can't let ordinary householders buy their bulbs from whoever makes the one at the end of the tunnel?

That sonofabitch has been burning most of my adult life. I could put a few of those to more peaceful uses than politicians do.