It was recently pointed out to me that it's time for me to start blogging again (hence, the pic of the wrist watch).
What wrist watch?
We know what you're watching and it's not her wrist.
I am not sure what I will be blogging about. I don't keep track of current events anymore and, as for politics, fogedaboudit. It's all silliness. It's as real as reality TV but dumber. I don't even know who is running for president but it's a fair bet that he's related to his predecessors. It's all rigged and I find it surprising that people still play the game, voting for the next Goldman Sach's puppet.
I suppose that in the beginning, I will just jot down random thoughts about what has been going on for the last couple of years and my view from my new man cave.
Your native tongue?
I suppose I could ask for requests.
It might be good to pretend that you care what other people think.
Why lead them on?
Come on, guys! Jeezus! Don't blog-block me like that. How am I going to build a sincere rapport with my readers when you undercut me like that?
After this long, I seriously doubt that you still have readers.
So, you're following Harry Truman's advice? Always be sincere, even if you don't mean it.
You guys really suck.
I might be back to write a real post tomorrow.
You've lowered yourself to making threats?
Or maybe I won't.