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.