Poster child for crazy town

Soooo, if you’re not familiar with the name Rittenhouse, you are probably one of the lucky ones.  In my household, the tv has been on full blast 24/7 lately.  Whether I wish to listen or not, I am hammered with noise pollution.  This old house is not well insulated so I could go outside and still hear everything.  Today I took my daughter shopping so she could prepare for her trip to Oklahoma.  And, somehow, the conversation drifted to Rittenhouse.  So I was blessed to hear yet another person’s opinion.  She doesn’t like him.  My husband has lifted him to the status of Saint Kyle.  And I am somewhere two blocks down and three blocks north of both of their opinions.  When does this crazy town stuff stop?  But here’s my take on little Kyle.  A child who wanted to play GI Joe takes a weapon into a crowd of frenzied people.  This was just a shit show waiting for the curtain to open.  But when I saw him picking jury names out of a box, I kept thinking he was also going to also spin a wheel to determine what the party favors would be.  I guess my only question to little Kyle is, now that your weapon discharged bullets into some people, have your testicles dropped yet?  Was this your personal rite of passage?  Are you a man now?  Okay, maybe that’s a little trite and mean.  I’ll never know what was going on in his life six months before this event took place.  But it might help to flesh out this crazy made for TV plot.  Writers, start your engines.

On a different note, I got my booster shot of Pfizer today.  My arm is slightly sore.  I still have to wear a mask in public.  And I need to refill my purse sized hand sanitizer bottle.  Again.