Polishing the Brass

You know what would be nice? Like, for a little change of pace...? I'd like to be in the middle of something that isn't making huge, negative headlines. Just for a few months, maybe. Kind of like a cool-down run.

From the poet Matt Drudge, this mourning:
And this is my safety day job.

TV news crews circle the building, grabbing establishing shots.

There's a lot of brass to polish in here.

Happy St. Patrick's Day, you godless vultures.