Coming Home to Roost

Well; now, this certainly is cause for optimism. Anyone with a brain could have predicted it, of course, but I unfortunately just don’t find that much evidence of what I’d call brain activity, around. Seems that no matter what, nothing short of the cold hard slap of reality across the face does it for anyone, anymore.

We all just keep trying to have our cake and eat it too, thinking that—somehow—it’s going to be different, this time.

Here’s another interesting article having to do with Europe: about how they now have about a half dozen equivalents of Southwest Airlines blazing the skies and homogenizing the whole place. What a difference from when I lived there, in the early ’90s, where it cost as much to fly round trip Toulon-Hyeres to Paris on their national, fare-regulated airline as a round trip to New York on American Airlines.

Who knows where this will lead? I don’t, but then again, humans exercising their freedom has never worried me in the slightest. Does it, you? Then you may just want to check your premises.

(Let’s Try Freedom)


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