Yes, I know I haven't been writing much lately. And I know that is a tremondous disappointment for my millions (or is it billions?) of fans. I have an excuse. Well, I have several excuses.
First, there's that whole Anna Nicole Smith business. She was a bizarre, grotesque, thoroughly useless semi-human being. But her death, which was long overdue, if you ask me, prompted the news channels to go to full Anna Nicole Smith coverage, as if anything at all about her life or death mattered. I ended up actually turning my TV off, and I am a hopeless TV news junkie. That's how bad it was.
While I'm at it, what the goofy heck is the point of those ridiculous "reality" TV shows? The Survivor? Please... If it was really about surviving, the losers would be dead. That's what "surviving" means. If you survive X event, you live through it. If you don't, you don't. The rest of them? The Great Race? (It is The Great Race, isn't it?) Who the hell cares? Dancing With The Stars? Oh, come on... American Idol? That is just awful television.
So I have been stewing about the rather painfully obvious downfall of America, as demonstrated by what the TV people are putting on my TV screen. And the U.S. Dollar? That strange fiat money monstrosity is as dead as a headless chicken. It's still running around, as is common under such conditions, but it is surely dead. Its issuers owe 55 or 60 trillions (or more) of those Dollars, and have no possible way of ever paying up - unless they inflate the currency so much that it loses its value entirely. We are just waiting for the Chinese to realize it and stop propping us up. Then, watch out! For a preview of what we'll be facing use Google to look up "1923 German inflation."
And then there's the pseudo-science that has taken over whatever is left of the brains of our elite: Global Warming. What a crock! We're supposed to agree to destroy our economy over this elaborate joke? Well, at the rate things are going, we probably will. Shame on us!
And then my older sister, among the smartest people I've ever known, the most determined and capable person you could imagine, goes and contracts pneumonia and dies. Well, she never really got over that stroke which ruined her vision so many years ago, forcing her to quit driving and retire from her profession, and sapping her will to take proper care of herself. But still, what a revolting development!
So no, I haven't been writing much. My Level of Disgust (LOD) has pegged the Disgusto-Meter, and I just haven't seen fit to write. And then there's the hassle of going to the damned cardiologist, taking those tests, and having him patiently explain to me that I need to lose weight, exercise more, and I'll probably still need surgery anyway! As if I didn't already know all that. Really, sometimes I think he should be a TV executive.
(But I gotta tell you, I really don't give damn right now.)
Back to my home place.