The art of manly chest pounding

I could ramble on about the weather, but we have various forms of it every day.  You do too, I suspect. I could write about the NBA, but I don't care.  I could complain about the Chicago Cubs, but you don't care. I am reading one of the dumbest, worst written books ever, but for some reason I won't quit reading it. I will not even give out the title in the rare case you buy or download the book and encourage the author to write more. I am fairly certain you are not interested in my complaints, aches, or pains. I am bored with politic;, astounded by the ignorance of half the American populace. Work is called "work" for a reason. Yet, once again I have accomplished  the blogging equivalent of pulling a rabbit out of my hat and somehow presented an entire post about having nothing to post. Ta da!