What? Me Worry?

First and foremost, thank you to the well over four hundred thousand who come to read my blather dang near each day. This seventy-seven year old piece of humanity appreciates you more than you will ever guess, and that is one hell of a lot of wasted time, trying to guess. Who cares, for crying out loud.

I got to thinking this afternoon that life is not a bowl of cherries. In fact, I’ve yet to see a bowl of anything that mimics life to the extent of having a cherry even on the table that the bowl rests on. A table of life won’t work though as it may lend itself more toward accuracy if we consider that pirates are all from Somalia now. That just isn’t the same as pirates of the Caribbean now is it? Not even a close tenth. Playacting seems to fit though. If you discount the violence. We shouldn’t discount violence though if it is done for the sake of one thing or another, not to be specific about who performs violence. I’ve seen a lot of it way back when and it isn’t any fun. Violence gets a body hurt. I realize that it gets tough to follow me sometimes.

So, anyhow, I try to stir the pot so as not to become stale and, who knows, some may like what I write even more if it doesn’t get predictable, like Democrats. Democrats. Need I say more?

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