12/4/24: At Last . . . That Tesla Guy and I Agree on Something

And I hope he makes this his first order of business when he actually and officially takes charge of an actually and officially existing organization created by order of an actually and officially inaugurated president who has taken the actual and official oath of office.

That would actually and officially be on or after January 20, 2025. And until then, we’ll be okay, because there is no change due in the interim.

I am referring, of course, to the changing of the clocks twice a year.


It turns out that Elon Musk and Vivek Ramaswamy — soon to be in charge of the newest Washington oxymoron, “government efficiency” — have indicated that they are in favor of eliminating the wholly unnecessary tradition of knocking America’s citizenry totally out of whack twice a year by taking away an hour of sleep (which we desperately need) every March, and trying to give it back (which doesn’t really work) in November. They understand that you can repay borrowed money; but time . . . not so much.

My body clock is still trying to catch up from springing ahead in 2018.


A lot of people — those folks who keep “normal” work and school hours — would prefer the extra daylight in the morning, and I understand that. Personally, I’m a night owl and like my evenings to stay bright a little longer. But since I’m retired and no longer on a strict schedule, I can afford to be generous and go along with whatever the efficiency experts decide.

I honestly don’t care which way you do it — just please, PLEASE do it. Put all of us in sync with Hawaii, Arizona, and most of the rest of the world. And when we’ve all been sleep-regulated at last, perhaps we can turn our attention to other vital issues, such as the use of the proper pronouns in this age of gender reassignment; the way the toilet paper roll should be facing; and — once and for all — the correct pronunciations of Kamala Harris’ and Vivek Ramaswamy’s given names.

And, if there’s still enough time, maybe we could work on that noble goal of every Miss America finalist since 1921 . . . World Peace.

The First Eight Finalists – Atlantic City, 1921

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
12/4/24

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