I’ve been enjoying watching her crack.

Privately, of course… It’s not polite to revel in someone’s breakdown, and I’m qualified to judge, having had a breakdown or two of my own.

In old Hill’s case, the humor is in the surprise of it.

Conventional wisdom said that she was gonna go all the way, just coast on in to the white house. And I’m sure Billy Boy was hoping his porn stash would be right where he left it.

But it looks like it won’t be that easy for ‘em. They might actually have to work for it this time. I don’t mean to suggest that they haven’t worked…spinning is hard work after all, and it’s tiring…just look at her these days.

I’ve tuned out of politics lately…I guess I got tired of caring so much about things that never seem to change. I still like G-dub, mostly because he leaves little doubt about where he stands and what he’s gonna do. I like that a lot, and our enemies have no choice but to respect it.

I’m paying some attention now, but nobody really inspires me yet. That’s all I really need from a leader: Inspiration. Make me care again, will ya?

You can still write me in if you want…I’ll go and get it all straightened out. You’ll get a whopper tax cut and then I’ll get impeached. (I’d rather get pecan-ed… peaches were never my favorite, and dessert needs to be crunchy to be worth the calories.)

Mostly I just want it to be warm again. I want to shoot and ride.

I rode yesterday…it was up in the 60’s, sunny and pleasant. Did you hear the blat of the V4? Magic, even through earplugs. The v-tec kicks in and it’s giddy-up time. Miles of smiles. What a great day. Makes me believe that spring is inevitable.

Just like everything else.

The book is coming along fine, by the way. It’s morphing a bit, and that’s cool as can be. I just finished reading Stephen King’s “On Writing,” and I felt like I’d already read it. No secrets, no surprises, just hard work and patience.

He does it because he can’t rest until the idea takes flight with a life of its own. He never even really plans what his characters are gonna do. He just lets ‘em decide after they begin to breathe on their own.

It’s like shooting, and everything else. When we quit trying so hard, good things are inevitable. You don’t stop working, you stop trying.

Does that make sense to anyone but me?

Have a great day, folks!

 Steve