Yesterday was hot, humid, and miserable. At least until what looked like a hurricane blasted through. Then it was warm, humid, and miserable. Back to work today for a day of rest, which is a good thing, since everything hurts and I feel lousy. I hate doing plumbing. If things get much worse, I’ll be facing one of Obama’s death panels soon, to decide how I want to die. I’m kind of up in the air about that, but I’m pretty sure it involves lots of pot.

Speaking of death panels and whatnot, did you know that, according to this editorial in Investor’s Business Daily,

“People such as scientist Stephen Hawking wouldn’t have a chance in the U.K., where the National Health Service would say the life of this brilliant man, because of his physical handicaps, is essentially worthless,”

Um. Only one problem there. Stephen Hawking was born in the UK and has lived there for 67 years. Way longer than what anybody thought he would, and probably a lot longer that he would have here, and, even if he’d survived here, no doubt his insurance lifetime max would’ve been maxed out decades ago, and he’d have gone bankrupt and been consigned to some crappy rattrap nursing home, stuffed in a corner like a potted plant, waiting for the end.

Maria’s mom, Eunice, has passed away. She seems to have been pretty well liked, despite the fact that she supported Ahnuld’s run for Governator, was an abortion opponent (Catholic and all), and her work on behalf of the mentally disabled helped pave the way for the second Bush Administration.

Aw, bless poor dubya. Lazy, shiftless people such as he wouldn’t have had a chance in the US, if he hadn’t been born with a silver spoon in his mouth (and another up his nose).