Splitting hairs

For some reason, there is not much going on in my little world at present. Taxes are over—at least the biggie—and the weather has been lovely but is about to cool down into dogwood winter after some rain last evening courtesy of a cold front moving in. I've become so disillusioned with politics that I get ill thinking about the state of affairs in our country. The tiny nation of Iceland has invaded Britain and continental Europe and brought the European Union's air transportation system to its knees. Starvation still confronts millions of people in Africa, gasoline prices are rapidly rising for no reason other than the fact that people are again investing in Wall Street and driving futures prices skyward, and A.I.G. still isn't showing signs of repaying the taxpayers for the tremendous and failed bailout. Banks large and small are still screwing over Main Street USA and last week I closed out my checking and savings accounts. Joe Sixpack still doesn't have a clue and will vote for or against whatever television news casts go overboard with.
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May your Saturday schizotrichia¹ be mild.
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¹ schizotrichia n. A splitting of the hairs at the ends.
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