Reader ChetP writes:
“I notice that your blogging seems to have fallen off recently. Is everything okay?”
Thankee for asking, Chet, and yes, everything’s just fine. The reasons that this back porch has been somewhat lacking in content recently are manifold.
I am sick to death of writing about the fucking Chinkvirus, probably as sick as everyone is getting about reading about said Chinkvirus. Take Chinkvirus reports out of news coverage, and total content would drop by about half.
I am also sick to death of writing about the fucking election. Personally, I can’t wait for the thing to be over, Trump reelected to a second term and the Communist Hysteria be dialed up to 25 (on a 10-point scale) so that I might finally get to test those New ‘N Improved hollowpoints on something other than paper.
Alert Readers will note that I have refrained from writing about Biden’s wastrel son and their familial corruption. This is mostly like complaining about the flies buzzing around a dead horse: the horse is dead and the flies are therefore irrelevant to his condition. Biden’s going to lose (bigly) and all this other shit is just pointless.
If you skim through any online newspaper and subtract the above three topics and articles related thereto, your read will be a short one. (“Bette Midler turns to Jesus for help in getting rid of Trump” may be ironically funny, coming from someone whose previous behavior has, to put it mildly, been somewhat devoid of Christian principle, but it’s hardly worth writing about, is it?)
So the rest of today’s posts will all be about manly stuff like guns and cars, because that’s the primary reason why most of my Readers stop by here anyway.