Katie Couric, Western Assimilation, Killer Keychains...

I hope you don't read this junk...

Quit it...

So as this hell-of-a-season wraps up, it's time to pull out all the montages to recap what went down in this season of folly. I mean there's a lot to cover. So let's let the words outline the pictures, and my, hell maybe even your, imagination can fill in the rest.

So I did something drastic this year. Now I know this point may not be that drastic to the likes of yourself, but for this Indian(dot), it's pretty gynormous. You ready li'l fellow... I quit the boobtube. I mean, I dropped it out the 40th floor window and it's splattered in on the patio furniture of my past (horrible...quit reading now). Even more drastic, I resolved the situation by accessing something antiquated to a time way before my existence could have been twinkled upon, I'm talkin' AM rad
io. Yes I said it, the original broadband. I'm talkin talk radio, sports action, and even classic country... Here's to you DVR... and movin' on...

So you want to know what modern day fascism looks like, look at an American Mega-church... and there you go. Enough said.

I'm not athletic. I've finally dealt with the demons of my past. I agree with you. I'm not athletic. I got sore today from driving. Yes driving. My back is killing me. How do I move on after that...

Easily,...

Hunger is a driving force. Being full is overrated. Hunger get's things done. Being full leaves you dull and done. (Now this was a metapor for something bigger. And no damn vegetarian jokes.)

Country music rules

So when you have questions and you try to answer them by reading books... you lend yourself to more damn questions. So the only answer is, read more...

I'm tired. Enjoyed a fantastic year at the helm. Hope to see you again Love.

Be Relentless,
Peace
Remoy