The rails

Herewith the obligatory moment when we realize we are running off the rails ...

Sort of amusing the Christ-like aspect of the drips.  Blood from the crown of thorns sort of a thing.  But there's going to be a lot of whiting out before things get better.

Although that's not unexpected, is it?  We always run off the rails.  And somehow, we get back on track.  The weight of the train notwithstanding.

Me?  I just pulled into Nazareth ...



Prediction:  Netherlands 3, Mexico 1

Your intrepid reporter,
Geef