Friday, December 23, 2016

I Hope...

...that your aluminum pole was sturdy and strong, that your grievances were aired completely and to your satisfaction and that no one pinned you to the floor until you had beaten them soundly at least three times on this Festivus, for the rest of us, 2016.

All the best,
Glenn B

I Am Going Christmas Shopping...

...and I am going to love it even if it kills me! Really now, I need to go to Costco and that can raise my BP enough to make my head burst so maybe I should take some extra BP meds before I go there. It promises to be a madhouse today based on my past experiences but I need to get some supplies that were forgotten. Then I need to get at least a couple more presents today.

Tomorrow, Christmas Eve, I will do likewise. I have gone Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve every year since I was about 10 - 12 years old. I am virtually certain I have done so without fail although I suppose it possible, though not probable, that I might have missed once or twice and forgotten about it. Anyway, I will be going shopping again tomorrow. It is my tradition and I love doing it although I cannot say I always love dealing with some of the arsehats out and about on Christmas Eve. If you go shopping on Christmas Eve, you like me can wind up running into any of the multitude of arsehats that seem to abound during the last minutes of the Christmas shopping season.

On Christmas, when I was in my late twenties or early thirties, I had the sinking feeling that someone was following me. I stopped by a store and pulled an old movie trick that the director probably learned from a cop. I used a store window as a mirror and after a few stores where I was able to repeat that, I realized two guys were indeed following me. They looked like Puerto Rican (most prevalent group f Hispanics in NYC at that time) junkies. I even saw they peering into a store I had entered to look at jewelry. I made it look as if I was going into another store and came out of its recessed store front at full speed and one of them almost walked into me as he approached. He was frazzled after that; yet, him but he and his accomplice persisted in following me store to store and I went in and out of many. I walked into another recessed storefront and made sure my pistol was ready in the holster with my coat out of the way so it was showing. The guy just about ran up to the store front to try to get a glimpse of what I was buying or maybe if I paid with cash. He was shocked to see me standing there, and saw what was on my hip. I did not see him or his pal after that.

Other times dealing with Christmas Eve arsehats has been much more benign but maybe more annoying. I have had to fight off a woman trying to grab an item I was buying right out of my hands. She said something stupid like she saw it first but she was nowhere in sight when I found it on the shelf, to the pushers and bumpers who think of you as an impediment to move out of their way, to the jerks who don't know how to or refuse to hold a door for you, to those who seem incapable of saying thank you if you hold the door for them or show them some common courtesy, to the morons cutting you off in the parking lot or on the road so they can get there before you or before all the deals are gone, to the drunken Santas demanding you drop a donation in the kettle to the protesting atheists who show up at shopping centers to try to make you and others miserable. Yes, I go regardless and I will love having gone even if it kills me.

And now I had better get going before there are too many of them out and about.

Merry Christmas to all of them in advance because shortly I may not feel like saying it to them at all.

All the best,
Glenn B

There Ought To Be An Adulthood Test...

...before anyone considers you to be an adult. Really, I mean that. I say so because of how obviously childlike, in the most spoiled of fashions, the leftists (aka: Democrats, Liberals, Progressives) are acting now tat Donald Trump will become our next president. From professors excusing college students from final exams, to universities setting safe spaces, Play-Doh and coloring books for students traumatized by Trump's victory, to those claiming that their desire for sex has ended because of the election results, to those unfriending their friends on social media sites such as Facebook because the friends voted for Trump, to those furious with family members for doing the same and reacting in a way as would spoiled brats, to those liberals now buying guns because they suffer from what I can only imagine is paranoia in that they anticipate being attacked Trump supporters (funny how they never armed themselves fearing attacks from the right before Trump, who mind you is more middle of the road than anything), to others falsely alleging hate crimes and trying to make it look as if a Trump supporters were the guilty parties (imagine if they had those guns - maybe they would shoot first and falsely accuse later), all the way to those deniers of reality claiming that Donald Trump is not my president.

Really folks - we have become a nation half filled with cry baby make believe adults, with no respect for anyone with whom they disagree, and who are subject to temper tantrums beyond the scope of sanity even though they have reached the legal age of adulthood (voting age). So, there ought to be an adulthood test required before leftists are legally found to be adults and permitted to do adult things. If you fail the test, you remain in the legal status of a minor until you can pass it, that is unless you fail it three times and thus must remain in childhood for the remainder of your life. You know - I'd bet even half of them wouldn't even bother with taking such a test even if legally mandated for all of us; they would prefer remaining just the way they are now - in a state of being immature, spoiled, piss pants babies, who needlessly fear daddy and who still need mommy's tit to suckle.

All the best,
Glenn B
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