I keep trying to write an amusing blog, but end up with a couple of paragraphs, then it ends up scrapped.
I can’t try to be funny, because some well-armed group is bound to take offense. I currently have a dog, a parrot and three cats and can’t afford to have wild shots ricocheting throughout the house. Besides, it would be unfair for my wife to have to clean up the mess.
So I guess I’ll wait for inspiration.
While I’m waiting, I will instead ponder the love of a God who sent his only begotten Son to earth to help unscrew the mess we made. Two millennia later, he’s still at work. If we’d just stop screwing things up, maybe he could finish.