In large cranes, there are warning labels all over the machine. They warn of pinch points, places to not step, overhead electrical hazards and the most important: The labels that warn those sitting in the seat to not attempt to operate the crane without training and experience.
We need that label for the desk in the White House. We need other labels all over the podiums of those attempting to convince us they're the best choice for President.
The last few days have convinced me we have a feckless, inexperienced, dangerous man in the White House and his foolishness is more dangerous than the most corrupt of dictators. That's a very uncomfortable thought. The train is racing out of control, and the engineer is thinking how wonderful it is to blow the horn.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.