I’ve never liked Daylight Savings Time. It’s the kind of inane idea only a government could embrace. It’s for people who think they can make the carpet runner longer by cutting some off of one end and sewing it on the other. For years, when I was a kid, I refused to change my clocks. I simply went places an hour earlier during the summer. If that’s what you want to do, then fine. It doesn’t mean we should all lie about what time it is.
I’ll bid it good riddance tomorrow for another half of a year, as tonight the government returns to me the hour of sleep it stole last spring.
I don’t like DST.
But I’m willing to make exceptions.
Back in 1999, terrorists on the daylight-saving West Bank built several time bombs, delivered to co-conspirators in Israel and scheduled to explode at a set time. Problem was, Israel had just switched back to standard time, so the only people injured were the terrorists themselves when the bomb detonated an hour earlier than they expected and killed them all.