Tuesday, October 16, 2018
I'm not churning out much, because there's nothing much I can see to care about.
Overall, if I had to guess, I think it's because Trump has finally broken the Leftards.
Over his knee.
It's worth remembering that no matter how much fun you're having, there comes a time when the squirrels, prairie dogs, or feral hogs, you've been plinking like tin cans, finally get to an absolute survival/extinction point, that the few remaining no longer wish to stick up their heads, because they've seen their fellows' heads go all 'splodey, and somehow they realize that "stick head up" = "head 'splode".
What's happening now is just the everyday chicken-droppings, but nothing about which it's worth getting even a keyboard lather going.
I think we've hit the point where .22 ammo remaining is greater than the sum of squirrels remaining.
But as a realist, rather than optimist or pessimist, I know eventually something will piss me off enough any minute to be worth unloading on.
Enjoy the pause in Peak Stupid that's been running like Niagara Falls lately, and load you some magazines - metaphorically or actually - for later on.