Sleep-loss alert, peoples. Prepare to spring ahead (lose an hour of your precious time) because we have to SAVE THE DAYLIGHT, which is easier than saving the whales. All the gummint dictators have to do is decree it. A liberal’s dream: DECREEING THE ALLEGEDLY RIGHT THING TO DO.
47% of us think saving the daylight is a mug’s game, says Rasmussen; 40% think it’s hunky-dory, 13% are not sure. These are people who don’t vote, who think democracy is a given, who don’t realize vigilance is the price of freedom. Let them go, they are not worth the trouble to chide them.
Whatever. Set your clocks AHEAD. It’s the SPRING LEAP. Pass up that last number at the dance hall, that last hand of whist, that last drink at your neighborhood saloon. Get to bed early, so you wake up REFRESHED.
Well this advice is strictly in the coals-to-Newcastle category for the whopping 83% of grownups who already know this is a 23–hour day — again thanks to Rasmussen, who is quick to point out that the 17% of us in the dark about it are “a lot.”
I hasten to agree and must add this: OF THE 83% ANOTHER LOT OF US WILL GO ON AS BEFORE, dancing and card-playing and quaffing brew in devil-may-care manner. We will carpe the diem, let chips fall where they may, disobey the voice of T.S. Eliot telling us, “Hurry up, it’s time.” What, me worry?
Blithe Spirit 