It's 5PM here in the Abacos. My "non portable gen set is purring
away, charging batteries and making hot water.
I'm enjoying a 12 yr. single malt scotch. Guests are due to arrive at
6, after they shut their gen sets down.

Then with hot water made, batteries charged, we'll grill some Conch
and Grouper, enjoy some nice wine, blow our conch horns to celebrate
the sunset, discuss world politics, have a brandy and turn in.
Tomorrow's another day. We're happy, and don't give a **** about a
turd calling himself Wilbur.

Rant on fool!