Neanderpundit

Since this is Og’s place, and he’s a shitblogger, I’ll dispense with posting at my site about the state of my alimentary canal.
I went through a rough patch last week, though. Three days with no action. I was worried. Fortunately, some softeners worked wonders, and I’m at about 98% now.
Movements have been regular for the most part. I feel like I’ve been lubed with synthetic oil, the passages are so effortless, and color and texture are pleasing to the experienced eye.
I’m expecting great things tomorrow, as I’ve been on a good high fiber, high greens diet. Confidence is high. I repeat: confidence is high. 
I’m sure y’all will be waiting with bated breath for tomorrow’s update. Thank goodness I’m such a sharer.

I was remiss in not mentioning the passing of Killer Kowalski on August 30th. Most kids growing up in the ’60’s will recall the flickering, grainy black and white images of professional wrestling on the tube. It was the sort of thing your mom would turn off if she caught you watching it. Kowalski, Bobo Brazil, Crusher and Bruiser, those guys rocked.
The choreography in the ’60’s was the same as today, I guess, except for the unscripted nut shots. Those old-timers loved to punch a guy in the sack, especially if the puncher was scripted to lose. Good times.
I lost interest in professional wrestling once Roller Derby hit the boob tube. There was something about watching chicks yank hair, eye gouge, and generally beat the snot out of each other that appealed to my prepubescent self. Sadly, I confess, it still does. But you have to consort with some pretty shady characters to see that kind of action these days. I have some phone numbers if you’re interested, though.

No, he doesn’t bother me in the least bit. On the other hand, the gullibility, naivety, and sometimes even thoroughly complete stupidity shown by some 50% of our fellow citizens… that outright terrifies me.

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m buying more ammo.

Just sayin’…

Dick