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Topical. Or, not.

I thought I’d try and write a blog post a couple of times a week. Then, I thought maybe once a week. I’m tickled at this point that I’m hitting a little better than one a month. Barely.

We’re still not accepting advance orders. The products we do ship with the Postal Service are up there with tossing a marble on a roulette wheel in Vegas. They may arrive, they may not. Either way, they’ll likely take a tour of the country before they land somewhere.

Not much to talk about that you haven’t already seen sewer pipes full of over the past several months. Depending on your political persuasion you’re either really happy or really screwed.

As a lot of you know, I took a social media break last summer. Dumped all of them for six months, and started back a couple of months ago from zero. Fact is, social media does very little for my businesses. Other folks mileage may vary, but for me, the hours are nowhere near worth the return. This time around, I’m using them primarily to be a smartass, and show a few photos/videos of what we’re doing around here when the mood moves me. There’s not much chance of my becoming an “influencer.” It’s a lot more fun when it’s not a “job.”

Beyond that, I got nothin’. I’ll be tracking the Presidential Dementia Project with the rest of you.

From what’s left of America …

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DeJoy brings DePain

The US Postal Service is keeping the tradition of taking something that worked, and totally screwing it up.  Like when the government tried to run the whorehouse in Nevada.  They failed—miserably. 

We’ve had packages take nearly a month to arrive, after touring the country like music and circus acts used to do.  That’s Priority Mail—the “good stuff.” 

Credit for this goes to the latest USPS genius Louis DeJoy.  He’s the newest Postmaster General and he’s single-handedly taken a bankrupt but efficient operation and turned it into a bankrupt crapshoot.

Wednesday brings a new President. A dementia patient that will no doubt be in an assisted living facility by the end of the year. I suppose, in a way, the White House qualifies. Politically, I consider myself non-denominational. If disgusted was a party, that’s the one I’d be affiliated with. I doubt I’d be alone.

God knows there is no shortage of blog topics this year so far. All of them have been covered ad nauseam so I’ll spare you the re-regurgitation.

We’ve been through worse. We’ll get through this. What really sucks is that the Shit Sandwich is still on the menu. And, we all have to take a bite.

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First Monday of 2021.

GIBSON, 1911, LEATHER, OWB, HOLSTER, CONCEAL, BELT SLIDE, PANCAKE, KIMBER, PRO RAPTOR, RAPTOR, COMMANDER

Not a lot to talk about. We’ve got a brand-new year, and probably the weirdest one I’ve seen in this lifetime. The fear-factor we’ve all come to know and love is in full blossom. Thanks to folks like Steve Jobs and that Microsoft guy (Bill Gates) we have a million ways to spew terror and garbage that we didn’t have twenty or so years ago. The media can’t keep up, though they do their best. Anybody with a smartphone is now a reporter, analyst, photographer, and newscaster. Veracity be damned. Accuracy and reality are mere nuisances. If you’re a network of any sort or have a decent number of YouTube subscribers, then you can be sponsored/supported by a myriad of pharmaceutical companies.

Obesity, diabetes, stress, can’t sleep, can’t poop, issues with feelings, aging, skin issues, hair greying, aches, pains, emotions, depression, sugar, fat, cholesterol, fleas, ticks …we have drugs or vaccines for all of that and more. Invariably, once you’ve taken the drugs and vaccines, you’ll need a lawyer, or team of lawyers, to represent you and seek reparations for the side effects which range from cancer to bleeding from the ass.

It’s Monday. I needed a post for the blog here, and I didn’t really have anything to talk about. Clearly, I still don’t.

From what’s left of America …