She’s not even a stopped clock.

I just heard about this “Bowling Green Massacre” this morning.

I’m afraid I’m already past the point where, if someone in this administration accidentally told the truth, I wouldn’t believe it. I actually don’t want to be that person who can no longer believe the sky is blue¬†because I’m so used to Trumpty Numpty and his handlers calling it every color except blue, but the political situation is turning me into that person.

 

So Many Unanswered Questions: They Make Me Ask and Ask

It’s that time of year when the good people at HBO are getting ready to start filming a new season of Game of Thrones, and those of us who are weirdly obsessed with the noble families of Westeros get plenty of speculation fodder. I’m sure it’ll only get worse as the pre-production stage gives way to production, but for now, I’m hearing just enough to get me all excited. It doesn’t take much.

I still don’t have anything concrete here, but I’ve seen one interesting piece of news that reminds me of something else I was thinking about within the last few weeks, even though I had completely forgotten about the relevant events from S3. It’ll all become clear by the end of this post.

The topic of this post is—this will surprise no one—Brienne’s quest to find and protect Sansa. That’s what I want to talk about today.

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