A second post in the same day? I have about 15 minutes to kill here before the kids get out of grade school.

My rambling time starts now >>>

This country is messed up. Those damn extreme political views of those wingnuts are going to ruin this country. Blah blah blah.

It’s my right not to get vaccinated. – True

It’s my right not to get a driver’s license. – True

It’s my rights that need to be taken into consideration. *true-ish

Do you want to play in all those reindeer games? Then you need to do your part and pull Santa’s sleigh.

If you have enough open land, you can drive a car without a license all you want.

If you want to go to a local store and use a road to get there, you have to get a license.

Do you want to avoid getting vaccinated? Sure. I’m sure the Quakers might take you in. Could you live as they do without electronic clicky things? No?

Hey, I have an idea. Maybe I should go on vacation and visit a leprosy colony and have sex with everyone I find. Then upon returning, go and seduce your grandparents. Give them a taste of the paradise I’m bringing back with me. How does that sound? Bet you’d be pissed off.

Is there a war on Xmas? The fabricated commercial holiday that no longer resembles anything remotely religious. Who cares. It’s all a secret cabal from the hallmark-illuminate conspiracy.

* >> TIME OUT << *

My son is starting to understand the humor of Weird Al and watched his Foil video yesterday for the first time. He played the thing many, many, many, many times. This might be the impetus for this rant. Just saying…

* >> TIME IN << *

Okay, my 15 are up. Kids are getting out. Putting this rant on pause for the time being.

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And I’m back. It’s now 5:36 pm and I just finished a personal pizza from a local pizzeria. It’s nice to get out and away. The funny thing is that after I finished dropping the kids off at their tutoring session, my heart felt lighter. I had about an hour to myself and my thoughts. I was going to delve into one of my stories and then I got a text from my wife. I don’t how life/karma does it, but it does it well. Here I was thinking I had a bit of free time to unwind. The text I got from my wife said that she needed to go back in for another mammogram test as the first hinted at something more.

Gee thanks life/fate.

Now we don’t know anything conclusive and are hoping for the best. It’s just crazy how life has a way of kicking you in the nuts, or in this case squeezing the crap out of your boob, every time you think you might be okay with things. It’s like there is some sniper out there aiming for those not hunkered down in their foxholes of grief and anxiety.

What the frick man…

Am I rambling?

Maybe.

All I know is everything in the above is as accurate and honest as I’ve perceived it. I can only imagine the reality my wife is enduring right now because of the news. I’m now packing this up and heading home to be with her. Was I selfish for bothering to eat something and put an entry in my stupid blog? Sure, I’m guilty. There is a reason they say to put on your air mask on a depressured plain before that of anyone besides you needing assistance. The first rule of war, or the 34th or the 125th or the 208th rule of acquisition, I can’t really remember: You can’t help others if your own gas tank is empty.

Tootles all

:/