It's 49º here at 7:30 AM on January 9, how weird is that? I'm not complaining. It'll be down close to freezing again by Sunday and in the meantime I don't care how much it rains. (Except at just a couple of little times. I have to take my car in for work today which means a couple of long trudges back home and back to the shop. But other than that....)
In Texas, a dog shot a hunter. Jumped on the shotgun, which was lying on the truck bed. (Getting shot in the face with a shotgun is known as "peppering" and is no big deal, you may recall, but getting shot in the leg killed this dude.) It's not uncommon, according to AFP.
And, oh yeah, Hillary. Good on you, New Hampshire. I'm not fan of any candidate yet, but still. We're gonna see a whole lot of journalists and blabbermonkeys, now, switch stories in mid-sentence without so much as a blush, blah blah blah - a glorious display of gibberish.
If you want to hum along, here's the tune.
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