Sex gets better with age. Sox don’t.

I found a hole in another sock after walkies this morning. Sox don’t last as long as they used to. For as long as most folks can remember, I’ve worn white crew sox with work shoes or sneaks. I wear any kind of sox less now than when I was a kid or when I worked in someone else’s office. Even so, they wear faster. We just don’t make sox like we used to.

And who ever thought putting an “X” on the end of a word should make it a plural? There is no singular seck, after all.

Whom can you trust if you can’t trust the 60 Minutes stopwatch? Again on Sunday, for the second time in as many weeks, that iconic hourglass jumped from 0:53:06 to 0:59:52 in just under four minutes.

Jeezum, you’d think we were paying them flat rate.

In the United States, if we abhor someone’s politics, we tell the world on radio, on television, on the Innernoodle.

In the United States, if we despise a religion, we burn its holy book.

In the United States, if we denounce a war, we hurl invective at dead soldiers’ parents.

In the United States, if we curse our neighbors, the Supreme Court reminds our neighbors that free speech is the bedrock of this nation.

In Afghanistan, “God fearing” Muslims kill their neighbors because some American nutcase burned the Qur’an.