Yesterday was the first time I failed to mark the anniversary of the beginning of the Revolutionary War at the old blog.
OK, that may or not be true, the first time I failed to mention part, not the anniversary part. Frankly, I'm too lazy to go back through 37 years of archives to check the veracity of the statement. Let's just stipulate that it is true -- the first time omission part.
Are you as confused as I am right now?
I will comment that the sole purpose of the British incursion into the Massachusetts hinterlands was to seize a cache of arms. In other words, to confiscate guns. See how that worked out?
What? Look it up. Do you think the Lobsterbacks were just out for a stroll in the countryside? Have I ever led you astray?
That was a rhetorical question. I don't need your long lists of proof for every time I was wrong. Or even your short lists. My wife already keeps tabs. Not of blog wrongs, real wrongs. I admit to none. That is how I roll, to trot out a phrase that certifies me as an old geezer and out of touch. Whassup? Thirty-eight skeedoo. Like, far out, man. Groovy. Toga, toga.
I tell you now, I'm this far into this nonsense post and I have no title, nor any idea what the purpose of the post really is. The truth is I'm bored with the blog. I'm bored with my job. I'm bored with politics. I'm bored with life.
I probably just need some nooky.
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Oh well, how about we all have a great Friday anyway?
No one has a good day every day all the time.
ReplyDeleteGo smoke a cigar, read a good book, watch a movie, have a beer.
Most of us are too hard on ourselves.
Give yourself a break, Joe. You'll always be one of the good guys.
Like she said.
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