We're back on the highway, which means a lot of long, strange hours. Long story short: I'm at around 45 hours and have at least 12 more before the weekend, with heat, humidity and the constant problem of dealing with traffic and the general problems of repairing the highway.
I'm tired. To make matters worse, the weariness is accentuated by my anger at the piss-ant, puss-gut, no-ass pieces of puke shit we call the "Government". They don't deserve any respect and their arrogance is not only intolerable, it's an insulting dismissal of what made this country the greatest nation on the face of the Earth.
Needless to say, things will change. I don't feel I'm alone with my feelings.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.