Blogging has always been fun. It’s fairly easy for me to write about, well, anything, and when all else fails, there’s always this:
…this:
…or this:
In these times, however — the times that try men’s souls (to coin a phrase) — there seems little incentive to pass comment about what just happened to us, and what is likely to happen to us. All I feel is sullen rage, resentment and a burning desire to bite the head off a rattlesnake.
I wish sometimes that I could be a Lefty, and take to the streets, burn shit down and in general act like a 10-year-old child; but I can’t do that. The very thought of causing destruction to innocent people’s property, or beating people up in the streets, or doing any of that crap that the Left are so fond of doing when they feel aggrieved — well, I’m not going to do any of it. Futile gestures are not my thing.
But at the same time, I feel like I’m living in some kind of hellish limbo. I know, this is no doubt how the Left felt after Hillary Clinton lost; but the difference is that while Trump was never going to put homosexuals into concentration camps, or overturn Roe v. Wade, or start deporting people en masse, there is every reason to suspect that the new crop of Lefties really are going to raise our taxes, try to confiscate our guns, muzzle our voices and fuck up our economy under the guise of “saving the planet” or some such bullshit.
So please forgive me if over the next few days or so the quality of this blog seems to head downhill, wherein I seem to be just mailing it in instead of giving it the gas.
Normal service will resume shortly, probably with even more invective and loathing than before. Right now, however, I just feel like tying George Soros to a chair and beating him to death with a baseball bat.
And I may just reconfigure this blog somewhat, with a new, less self-pitying name. Watch this space, and content yourself with this thought:
(I know, Australian therefore should be disqualified. Shuddup or I’ll add Guy Fieri.)
