Autobahn
I shall never understand those of my fellow motorists who drive at a speed of thirty-five miles per hour on Hill Road, where the posted speed limit is forty-five miles per hour, & at a speed of thirty-five miles per hour on the tight, twisting streets of my subdivision, where the posted speed limit is twenty-five miles per hour. I don't find them just infuriating, but also utterly bewildering. I fail to comprehend what they could possibly be thinking. There are lots kids & old fogeys, no sidewalks, & precious little margin for error in the neighborhood, you menaces! There are acres of asphalt, delightfully few curves, & almost no pedestrians on Hill Road, you snails! Mayhap we should invest more public treasure into mass transit, so as to get more of those yahoos out from behind the wheel.

Obamboozled
In no way am I blaming President Obama for the loss of our stealth drone over Iran, but is he making an already humiliating situation better or worse by asking the loose-cannon fanatics who run the Islamic Republic to return the blasted thing? What's the harm in asking?-link. Is a highly classified surveillance drone like a Frisbee that has sailed over the fence into your curmudgeonly neighbor's backyard? Can you just ask for it back? Maybe if Mr. Obama would sweeten the pot by having Secretary Clinton send the Guardian Council a nice handwritten note that read, in part, "Pretty, pretty please, with sugar on top?"

The Rebel Black Dot Christmas Song of the Day
The Klezmonauts, "Good King Wenceslas" from Oy to the World: A Klezmer Christmas (T.L.A.M.)