Who Cares What You Think?

Thousands upon thousands of people post their random thoughts, political opinions and undying love for their kids/spouses/pets as if anyone gives a hoot about it or them. The same is true, of course, for this blog. I am under no illusions that what I think matters to anyone except perhaps my husband, and note that I say perhaps, if it is something that involves him. Yet the internet is awash in so much blather.

I write this blog so I can have something to read when I can't sleep and more importantly, proofread and edit, two things I love doing. I don't need anyone to applaud it or approve of it or most of all tear it down. Every so often I write something funny and maybe it makes someone somewhere laugh, and that's good. It also serves as a place to vent, rant and throw up on paper instead of in real life, which I need to do every so often but refuse to do because it is so repulsive. (Throwing up.)

Today I am feeling nauseous over being surrounded by people who are so lacking in so many things, most notably driving skills, deep thoughts, common courtesy and critical thinking. In my town the ditzy Democrats love transgenders, wallow in TDS and think our recent actions in Venezuela were not nice to Maduro, who after all was just minding his own business in his own country when the big, bad Americans came for him.

On the other hand, there is no traffic here and not too much crime, although it's been gradually increasing since the influx of all those peaceful undocumented immigrants. So, nothing funny today, except the cartoon. Actually that isn't even funny, it's too cynical. Here's a better one:

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