Generally In-Hospitable Rx

  

Now that the U.S. will be able to go forward with raising the blasted debt ceiling following the final vote in the Senate earlier today, the people and agencies that were unsure whether or not they would receive their monthly checks tomorrow can pull out the calculator and, with exhausted confidence, prioritize the payment of their bills for August. How nice for some to know they won’t have to live off their credit or raid what’s left of their savings accounts to survive another month.

You can be certain I’ll join in with the Monday Morning Quarterbacking on what both parties did and didn’t do that brought the country to the edge of unreason. However, I’m ready for a change in focus now that the Summer Slippery Soap Opera finale is over.

Throughout the weeks, other news has shared the changing headlines of the debt ceiling debacle. Really important things have happened that slipped by The Flogging Whip.  Such as the last Space Shuttle mission on July 21. News reports gently covered the event with soft, soothing hands, casually noting how the end had been in sight for quite some time; while in visuals, providing historic footage of previous Shuttle missions. All that was missing was a bland music soundtrack to match the sense of a collective ennui emanating from the dull coverage.

Say what? No more U.S. missions to the Space Station? What fun is that? I need to do some research for another post on what it all means and where the U.S. space program goes from here? Just robots to Mars? NASA claims that human spaceflight is far from over. But the language is vague, the means not detailed, and destinations lofty in vision but unspecified.

Another high profile show-bizzy marriage is over. Yep. The Jay-Low and that slightly creepy looking guy who has been kidnap-clutching her arm in numerous photo op’s for the last 7 years. Free at last, Jenny’s back into her sexy frocks and will soon make Elizabeth Taylor’s marriage record obsolete. In the meantime, she’s reportedly back-tapping her Always There For You Diddy to soothe the post-separation-moving-toward-divorce blues. That Jennifer sure knows where her way-stations are.

Syria’s freaking out.

Casey Anthony, Worst Mother of the Decade, has to sneak out of hiding and return to Florida to face the possible probation music now that the courts have realized that someone bungled the details of her release from jail on July 16. Did she or didn’t she receive a “time served” agreement dissolving a one year probation on a check fraud case separate from the other mess she created when she was irresponsible enough to bring a child into the world? That is the question to be answered upon her appearance.

Another set of wedding bells rang out across The Pond last weekend when a sort-of “Royal” Zara Phillips, 13th in line to the throne, married a giant-sized commoner who is a Rugby star in the UK (Mike Tindall). No one over here would have cared had it not been for the appearance of William and Kate, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, decked in dapper, albeit “used” clothing, taking on the air of being more bored with marriage than Charles and Camilla (who looked like shrunken wax figures of themselves while photographed in the same frame as Tall William and Towering Kate).

Several colourful hats showed-up to the wedding as well, but few drew the attention away from Katherine’s upside down flowery crunched saucer. That woman is really getting into the hat thing, isn’t she?

An expected storm never made it into Texas.

Unexpected storms occurred in hidden parts of the world ... and no one said a word.  

Have a fab day!