Wet streets, roads, and highways this AM and there's been a rather bad smashup on the winding country lane whereon our little slice of Paradise is situated. I heard the impact, then the sirens...a helicopter, etc, then a neighbor (the nearest is at least a half-mile away...over creek and through the woods...called to report that it was a BAD one, involving some none-too-bright driver who lost it on a wet curve and was T-boned by a rather large oak tree. Said neighbor says two have already won their Darwin Award and another, airlifted out, may soon receive one.
By her account they were three illegals from the Cesspool To The South trying to elude a sheriff's deputy after "making a withdrawal" at gunpoint at a convenience store some three miles away.
When the deputy came upon the scene he found the two already defunct ones some distance from the car, one almost unrecognizable, and one, barely alive, in the tangled metal. He also found four guns and some drugs. If the third one survives (all medical costs borne by YOU AND ME!) he'll further drain money from us by being incarcerated by the Texas Dept. Of Corrections where he'll join the Mexican Mafia and plan more depredations to be committed post-release, assuming he doesn't get shanked (Please, Oh PLEASE!) while in the pen.
To which I say "Good riddance!"
Well, that's the news from Yoli's usually serene habitat. Film at Ten!
Yoli
Too tenderhearted for her own good
