I’m going to have to make it another early day today.
Sorry about that.
As much as I would love to sit here in my office, combing through news and finding interesting tidbits to comment on, I’m just physically not up to it.
Who knows? Maybe this evening I’ll stumble on something that is so good I have to drag my Lupus-ridden ass back in here to write about it.
But in the meantime, I think I’ll spend the afternoon with my favorite CIA operative Mitch Rapp.
I started rereading all of the Mitch Rapp books on the Fourth of July. And right now, I’m on the ninth of the series — Protect and Defend. Well, ninth if you count the prequels American Assassin and Kill Shot as one and two.
And I do.
My only regret in life is Mitch Rapp isn’t real.
Let me tell you, I’d love it if he were.
And not just because I’m head over heels in love with him (he’s my ideal man).
Which, when you stop and think about it is rather pathetic. I’m madly in love with a fictional character.
Any old how.
No. The real reason I wish Mitch Rapp really existed is so he can deal with the assholes of the Deep State the same way his does in all his books.
Let’s face it. Given all the nefarious dirty dealings happening in Washington, it sure seems like life imitates Rapp.
As we watch these attempts to delegitimize the President and target political opponents, I keep thinking, “Boy, where’s Mitch Rapp when you need him?”
Because let me tell you, real life is starting to play like a Mitch Rapp novel.
All we’re missing is Mitch.
I can’t be the only one who would love to give Mitch ten minutes alone in a room with Peter Strzok or John Brennan.
One thing’s for sure. After Mitch got done with him, Commie Brennan wouldn’t be doing much tweeting — what with all those broken fingers.
Was that too harsh?
Sorry. I blame it on the Lupus.
I have yet to read any of the new Mitch Rapp books written by Kyle Mills.
If you have, feel free to give me your thoughts on how well he does in keeping with the style of the late, great Vince Flynn.
But no spoilers! I mean it now.
Okay. That’s enough from me. I’m officially rambling.
So have a good rest of the day. I’m off to spend it with my fictional boyfriend Mitch.
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