Everything’s not about the shut down of the 405, just mostly everything. The jury’s still out as to whether it will result in a giant ‘butterfly effect’, with the displacement of all of those drivers ultimately effecting the mating dance of the three-toed Malaysian scum lizard whose fewer offspring will feed less on the leaves of Poondobby bushes producing a glut in the gogoaberry market…and by next fall…rural generators silenced by swarms of migrating locusts kicking thousands of Uruguayan dairy and soy mash farmers off of FaceBook for weeks…the HORROR!

Our overly dramatic lawmakers will find some way to put the blame for their ineptitude on the decaying Mullholland bridge, (a Catch-22, since its proper maintenance in a more efficiently governed environment could have avoided this worldwide catastrophe). In the end, nothing will have been accomplished, really. Some bullshit compromise will be struck in Congress and some twenty-years-too-late alteration will be made on the freeway and gridlock will rapidly return to both.

No matter what…Rupert Murdock will not be effected though he will continue to be supremely affected.

I, personally, am not moving more than fifty feet from the spot I’m writing from in LA; not as an official correspondent…just here to play with my grandkids. That’s really enough to be thankful for, but this weekend I’m also thankful for not being born to landed gentry in the Sepulveda Pass.

Amen