Who woulda thunk.......

.....the day would come when The Keed no longer watched the local TV-news.
I am a news-junkie. I remember years ago my wife and I were in Sea Isle City on the south Jersey seashore during the Watergate hearings.
We couldn’t leave our motel. The beach was out.
“Be ye not deceived! God is not mocked,” shouted Senator Sam (Ervin), wagging his craggy index-finger at John Dean. “Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap!”
Senator Sam and I shouted that together.
I still watch the national TV-news. It’s the only TV I ever watch.
How can I resist? Our prez tweets at 3 a.m. from his Great White Throne. Political machinations from our nation’s capital became a joke. We are so divided it’s depressing — honkies versus everyone else. And The Donald is stoking it. Pop another oxycontin, Rush! —Except Limbaugh has been Trumped.
“Women are doing fine — grab ‘em by the (privates).” (Decorum and taste here, readers. Children may be reading this.)
This is our prez?
Does this matter in Montana or Wyoming? Scientific findings are bunk = drill-baby-drill.
Gigantic tariffs are levied, despite the lessons of Smoot–Hawley. An accused rapist is named to the Supreme Court.
I could go on-and-on. Reaction to the way things became in D.C. was justified, but Orange-Man?
This was supposed to be about no longer watching the local TV-news. Which became boring. Daily shootings and car-crashes in Rochester, or buildings burned. Flames, tears; if it bleeds it leads!
I’d rather watch my train videos. It’s like my occasional jaunts to Altoona, PA, where I watch trains for real. Hammering up Allegheny Mountain wide-open = assaulting the heavens!
It’s escaping reality, of course. But I’d rather watch trains than what’s reported on the local TV-news.

• I’ve been a railfan since age-2.