Not a good day to show up for Vacation in UAE

As my friend Robert Ayala says back at Vulcan Materials: “Too bad. So sad. Cry me a river.”

No drinking. No live music. Nothing for 3 days. Government employees have 3 days off. Awesome. I am kind of into it. I mean it is so refreshing for someone to just make a decision and it is final. There ARE absolutes in this world. No second guessing. Impressive.

I don’t really know this for sure, but I have to assume that there are Americans at the Airport that are just not happy. I mean they're fucked.
'What do you mean I can’t party? Why? Really?" Yes really.
Ouch.

Too bad. So sad. Cry me a river.

Now with that said it was a tragedy. I am not laughing. It just is not getting the global coverage that you feel while being here. I am not naive, I am in a fishbowl. To keep it in perspective, the lead story as I type is all the powers that be are in Rome deciding that we need to grow 50% more food by 2030. I think they mean China and India need to grow more food, the world needs to stop just expecting imports to feed them, and the mother continent could use a little necessary good old fashion justice enforced on the guilty. Don’t give a hungry man a fish, give him a fishing pole. But of course I am a heartless conservative bastard who… (I just deleted like two full lines of type, I almost published myself going on another rant. Phew. Save you all from having to read that.)

When I don’t talk to a member of my family for a long enough period of time and just listen to the voice in my head, my opinions get a little closer to the fringe and I forget that mediocrity is one of the secrets to being happy. The best part about when this happens is that I know the vocabulary needed to diagnose myself.

OK. I am typing this up in my room. I am putting this on a flash drive and will use the business center for the rest…

BrotherBill.