Around Christmas time, I noticed the date of the last entry into this log and was pretty disgusted. Since that time, I have been trying to coax myself into writing something .. anything. Truth be told, it’s NOT for a lack of material that I could bitch about .. there’s plenty … it’s more the case that there’s so much that irks me, it seems overwhelming!
Next Monday marks the kick-off of the Democrat’s presidential candidate selection process and I feel quite certain that The Neanderthal Nine will not only dwindle in numbers, but provide plenty of fodder for Buster to lay-out a few good bars.
Call this an “extreme guilt entry” .. because it is just that. I promise that more (and more meaningful) entries shall be forthcoming, post-haste.
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