Newsflash: Kansas City Blogger Discovers His Own Mortality

There are many things we can't control . . .

Vlad might drop the big one on Europe's favorite stand-up comedian and there's nothing much Americans can do to prevent it. No, voting Democrat in November probably won't help.

The odds tell us that most of those happy marriages we see in the park or on social media will end in divorce. 

And your fast food order WILL get screwed up. 

Accordingly . . . 

This blog merely serves to celebrate hotties like Denise and prove a snarky alternative to despair.

The smartest person I've ever met once offered me a truism that still rings true in dark moments and/or when I consider all of the political vendettas this blog has inspired.

"Dogs are happy. They don't think about the past and don't worry about the future."

That was for me . . . This is for you: 

A brainy quote given to us an another brilliant friend that we traditionally offer every Autumn which contradicts morose considerations: 

"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower." - Albert Camus

Still, this is a news blog and so we should be fair and consider the other side of the equation. 

Here's the word from a newsman blogger who writes prolifically about faith life and organized religion. 

It's important to read this longtime local scribe because his perspective has helped to shape how many progressives across the metro view faith matters . . . I'd like to think that he's advocating for "counting blessings" but he MIGHT be encouraging middle-class people to indulge in one last bit of white guilt before the journey in to the great hereafter . . .

"How much better to use the gift of our remaining time (and it is a gift) giving thanks for the privilege of life and trying to help others see that it's fruitless to rail against the dying light."

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