Wingnuts On Parade

Look at the people;
In the streets, in the bars.
We are, all of us, in the gutter;
Some of us are looking at the stars.

Look around the room--
Life is unkind.
We fall, but we keep getting up,
Over and over and over and over...
--The Pretenders, "Message of Love"

I don't know exactly what I'm trying to accomplish here. I just know I have an itch that needs scratching, and blogging looks like the perfect solution. The times we live in are a target-rich environment, rife with people and institutions in dire need of a Web-based asskicking. I assure you, Gentle Reader, I am the right person for the job. I am long on vocabulary and short on tact. If you are easily offended, well...I will offend you. In fact, I'm probably not doing this right if no one is offended. Feel free to comment on my posts; I will read them. Do not, however, expect me to respond with any regularity. You see, although I do want readers, and I want them to be entertained, I'm not really doing this for you. I'm doing it for me. So I'm going to make me happy, and hopefully others will want to come along for the ride.

Next time...the flip-side of freedom.