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We wear short shorts

 It is summer and tennis has moved outdoors onto an impossible hard  court but one the players prefer over the clay courts, or terre battue as the French call them.  The other week I fell over on the hard court, which should be renamed corps battue, because one ends up with a battered body.  I digress, however.  On Monday I went to play doubles.  Each of the players turned up in miniscule skirts and barely covering the obvious, tee shirts.  They laughed at my usual long tennis pants and a shirt that covered my elbows.  'It is so hot', they said.  Yes it was hot but my tennis gear is protection for when I fall over again on a court which is made of a substance that sticks your feet to it, inviting the rest of the body to join it on the ground.  Yesterday I fell over again.  So I am not so stupid after all.

The world  is in a mess, not least in the States where the Supreme Court is putting the country back 200 years as far as guns are concerned and 50 years where abortion rights are concerned.  They want to return to the wild west where everyone walked around town with a gun stuck in a holster, except now they are guns that should be restricted to the  battlefield.  The argument is that if everyone has a gun the  world will be a safer place.  Read the statistics.  It is the same group of people advocating universal gun use in order to protect their freedom that want to  abolish abortion, which restricts a woman's freedom.  The worst hypocrisy is that they are all religious people who talk about God's given right to bear arms.  Funny I don't remember that being in the ten commandments.

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