The view out the hangar door is showing severe clear and Polaris is hanging around where it normally does. Ursa Major is to the NE, Cassiopeia to the NW. I guess that means Orion should be to the SW given the time and date, and it is. Winter is here. Cap'n brandon can feel it in his rheumatiz.

The threat board is showing a hotly contested Gubernatorial election in Virginia and a high probability that the left hand of the boys at Langley have ScoreCard and Muscular cranked up to 11 to ensure an unfair outcome there, putting the children in jeopardy from the sickos in the schools. DOJ is at the ready to round up any 'domestic terrorists' that don't want their kiddies exposed to gay tranny porn. America at its peak.

On a personal note, this would be Cap'n Brandon's Mother's 96th birthday had she not suffered the Potato-in-Chief's fate and been taken to hospice in 2014 to be reunited with her husband and parents. Her youngest joined her in 2019. Cap'n Brandon's last remaining family is scheduled for surgery this morning in Chicongo, that toddling town.

Let's strap this bucket o' bolts on and get up altitude before Bidet and his freak show manage to fuck up the stars. Thank you for flying the right hand side of Air America, and let's go Brandon! Suck on that, lefties.