Neanderpundit

I have all my life had a massive and muscular ass. The Buttcheeks of Doom were capable of cracking a walnut, up until rather recently, in fact. I won’t try it now, because I don’t think I want to know.

I can’t get a belt tight enough to keep my pants up on my ass. My ass is still there, dammit, it just doesn’t seem like it… projects.

Shit. Between this and the back hair and the invitation to join AARP, I’m starting to be less than amused.

Requiem for my lamented buttocks, by Richard Cheese.

Ongoing issues with carpal/cubital tunnel. I wear wrist braces which prevents pain from waking me up. Problem is, if I scratch absently as I sleep my hair gets caught in the velcro. So the wrist pain doesn’t wake me but the ripping out of pubic hair does. Maybe I oughta mow the lawn.

The original point of Tam’s post, that I hijacked and took off on a tangent at warp .9, (Would that be a Tamgent? ) is that the intarweb (along with all the other media outlets and inlets and orifices (orifii?) has caused a fragmentation- a disturbance in the force, so to speak.

One of the biggest problems with this glut of information is that we have all become parties of One. (No, not The One). We have each chosen what our own personal Optimal Conservative is, and god help the candidate who doesn’t follow that pattern. I have written about this before.

INstead of bonding together in our similarities we separate because of our differences. And I’m not too likely to be wearing a tinfoil beanie anytime soon, but I am starting to believe more and more that the dissonance is contrived and intentional. The divisiveness is foisted upon us lest we start grabbing rope and herding politicians toward lamp posts. it involves everything from “don’t ask don’t tell” to Open Carry.

We all have our own opinions on everything. We need to understand our differences, and deal with them, not fight one another. We are not the enemy.