Thursday, April 08, 2010

Free Range Blogging

I've ranted. I've raved.
I've played. I've caved.
I've left. I've stayed.
I've diddled. I've fiddled.

I feel I have pretty much exposed myself on this blog in so many ways that the only thing I have left is posting nude pictures of myself. Of course, that might be considered or maybe placed in the Genre known as Horror. And I have already done some of that. Besides, nude shots would just ensure a smaller and more depraved audience in the future.

I had some political bone to pick earlier today. Some irritation emanating out of the Nation's Capitol. For minute or two I was really pissed off. By the time I settled in here a few hours later, damn if I can remember what it was. And it feels great. Backed up bile has a tendency to take me down negative roads with no forks.

I have finally embraced the notion we are all going to Hell in a handbasket, and I may as well jump on board and enjoy the trip. I know now to expect grand speeches that do not yield grand jestures. I realize finally that disappointment is the predictable response if one holds any hopes at all regarding our leaders and their promises. How can I be expected to look out for my fellow man when they aren't?

So I say screw it. Have some fun. Bake in the Sun. Or just Bake.

4 comments:

Demeur said...

Thank god our memories tend to forget much of the bad times.
I am of the opinion that things are bad but never as bad as we think. There's always worse.
Just hope I can make it to retirement.

sunshine said...

I'm always forgetting the "good stuff" that I think about blogging. Like you, I get to the computer and can't remember what it was I wanted to share!
Oh well...

Happy Birthday Mike! I hope that you have a wonderful day today!!!

((Hugs))with a titty press since it's your b-day. Don't tell the missus though.. :P

Laura

Randal Graves said...

Hey, it's my un-birthday, where's my titty press?

Not from you, Bikeman.

If the handbasket has enough goodies in it, like those Cadbury cream eggs, I can deal with going to hell.

Beach Bum said...

Some irritation emanating out of the Nation's Capitol. For minute or two I was really pissed off. By the time I settled in here a few hours later, damn if I can remember what it was.

And people here at home and around me wonder why I have stopped watching a lot of news. As long as I can stay away from the news my blood pressure stays withing normal levels.