I’m Back, and I’m Still Full of Piss and Vinegar
You thought (or hoped) I abandoned my site? No, I didn’t, and I’m not going away. The computer died, my phone died, my internet connection died, and I fixed it all. Ha! I stab your hopes and dreams of being rid of me, and stand triumphantly laughing as they bleed to death on a dusty floor.
It’s been well over two weeks since my last post, primarily due to the previously mentioned technical difficulties. Very little that bears mentioning has happened in that time. Not much weirdness, very few drunken crazy hijinks, and nothing that ticked me off enough to make my writing finger really itchy. (Yeah. I write with ONE FINGER. The orderlies don’t let me have crayons anymore since the “unfortunate accident” that severely injured one of the other inmates.)
However, I can still make mountains out of molehills on a peevish whim, and will have quite a bit to say in the near future, even if I completely IGNORE the Democratic primaries until they’re over and done with, which I am really trying to do. I don’t know enough about OH!bama, and I know more than I want to know about Billary. As far as the general election goes, John McCain can call himself a maverick until he’s blue in his withered old face, but he’s still a constipated elderly racist warhawk. (You’d think he would know better, after what he went through in Vietnam, but standing by your principles just doesn’t pay in DC.) I’m probably going to be writing in Jello Biafra again when I vote this year. He won’t get elected, but I’ll be making a point, assuming my vote gets counted, which is unlikely, in my racially mixed, lower-middle-class voting district in Florida. At any rate, Jello is smarter than all of the rest of them put together.
It’s pretty f***ed up that an aging punk rock guy has more common sense than the main contenders running for leadership of the United (in Name Only) States of America.
I would like to expand upon this topic, but after re-reading that previous sentence, there’s really nothing to say. However, I think it is worth mentioning that the spell checker thought “Biafra” was a misspelling, and suggested “unafraid” and “riffraff” as possible corrections.
My spider sense is telling me that I have inadvertently come up with an idea for another post, so I’ll stop right here, leaving you breathless with anticip
I wrote in my own name. Not my real one, mind you … but simply “Cookiebitch.” Not that I want to be president. But I figure I can’t fuck it up any worse than it is now.
Hey … let’s buy an island and make our own government. Sound like fun?