Welcome back. Or, more appropriately, welcome me back. Last I blogged, my son was still known as 'the fetus yet to be recognized as Tristan.' Now my son is 9 months old, crawls, and has the sweetest disposition ever known of a baby.
I, however, still rumble and grumble. My previous warning still stands. This is a still-as-yet-undiscovered medium in which I freely scream my malcontentious blatherings into this electronic aether.
Yes, I've been happy as of late. This piss-poor economic situation brought upon us by a president who tanked every corporation he has ever run (a special kudos to those who had the foresight to elect him to a second term) has not brought serious harm to our humble little family. I now have a very well-paying job that is in no danger, and we pay our debts, both to creditors and to society at large. Fuck you, George W. Bush, for all the misappropriations of our hard-earned tax dollars towards your pipe dream of dismantling what you believe is a unified terrorist organization. You have turned our once-proud bully-of-the-schoolyard nation into the helmet-donning, Tourette's-stricken laughingstock of the world. May you go down in history as not only the worst president, but also as the absolutely worst example of God's gift of life. Many honorable men and women have died and been maimed because of your much-maligned and wholly ignorant views on life in nations not under your poisoned thumb. I wish you only the worst life has to offer and hope with all my might that someday you reap tenfold what you have sown, the venomous seeds you planted in our fertile minds sprouting into a vehemently decisive act to expunge you not only from our history, but from this glorious nation itself, banishing you as the ultimate terrorist to the lands which you so freely raped and destroyed in the name of those dwindling constituents who still had a semblance of faith in you.
I think that's enough for tonight.
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