Blogging seems a little like being pecked to death by a duck; slow, painful, and altogether pointless to all but the duck. Perhaps that is why duck hunting is so popular...it's actually a public service; again, to all but the duck...
I have spent the first 55 years of my life reading and listening to other peoples' opinions; some very well said and worth considering, many more in the class generally known as BS. Having suffered through more BS than I care to remember, the opinions you will see here will be based on fact and careful consideration, NOT on the lemming-like bloviating of the "me too" crowd we so often see in the media talking-head world or the numerous rags who buy their ink by the barrel after having been vomited out of the Peoples Republic School of Mediocre Journalism.
Speaking of which, has anyone else besides me grown tired of the presidential race already? I can remember when the race didn't even get serious until Labor Day. But not this time; this time we have a candidate who has been running for the office since he was old enough to lie without assistance. Oh, did I mention he is black? (He said we would dwell on that, so I am happy to oblige; after all, it seems to be the one thing he doesn't want to change)
That's more than enough for now; I have a poker game and a very good cigar waiting, both of which are far more important to me than anything else I can think of writing tonight. After all, one's brain can only absorb so much truth at one sitting; that's why church services only last an hour.
Later dudes and dudettes...
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