Gamily Fatherings

 I will be a father to a baby boy soon. Most of my brain is overjoyed with this soon to be reality. A small part of my brain is all "fhat the wuck?" How in the world did this happen to an overweight 50 something? Yeah, I'm old now.  My wife is still young and that's all that matters.  

Welpo, (I'm doing that instead of "welp") when baby comes, which will be soon, I will have a human baby, two fur baby dogs, and one horse.  Yeah, I'm a horse guy now. I bet you're thinking that I drive around in my truck, Clyde, with a Trump flag flying. Nope, that would be TIGF!!!, but in a bad way. Doug Stanhope did a bit about guys flying flags with another guy's name on it. These guys, most likely, would call themselves straight, alpha male types. The bit concludes that you should only fly a flag with your own name or don't fly one at all. Maybe I will start flying a
flag with my name from my truck.

I'm sorry my posts aren't masterpieces, if they ever were before. I'm the only one that reads this blog anymore.  But I need this blog more than you, so there.

Badong!

Btw, my boy dog says hi.

No!

 No! Nooooooooooooooo! No! Somebody stop him! For the love of all that is holy, end it. End the circus, whatever in the hell it is. Just stop already. I can't take this shit much longer. The lunatics have control of the asylum. The song Beds Are Burning, by Midnight Oil, comes to mind. Maybe making America great again means the destruction of our nation, our people, and letting the native people of these lands take over. At least nature and people that respect it will preside over it all. I'd still get to live here. My grandma told me I was 1/64th Cherokee. Yeah, like that one hasn't been tried before. I'd rather be Navajo anyway.