Not to gloat, but grandchild number 7 is due in September.
I do like being Granddad! 🙂 🙂 🙂
1997.  Kaiser Wilhelm vonSlickmeister had just “won” a second term (he’d faced noted Republican sqush BobDole (no, no typo; he himself pronounces it like its one word, kinda like AlGore), who was so enamored  of our base that he hadn’t even read  the GOP platform, much less agreed to abide thereby), and I was in a most foul mood and not ready to make nice with anyone  even remotely resembling a Leftard.
I had loudly declared my intention to say what I wanted, when  I wanted, and fuck anyone who wanted to do anything about it, bahGawd  (a little Jim Ross lingo, there).  And I was loaded for bear, as the saying goes.
And promptly ran out of time (not to mention inclination) to devote to running my BBS.
Fast forward to today.  I’m in a snarly mood (albeit more because of who’s no longer in the Presidential race and why than because of who will  be in it), I’m ready to tell the Demoscum just what the Hell I think of them, and come say it to my fucking face if you don’t like it, Donktards…
…and I’m running out of available time to run this place.
No, no, Denizens – I’m not going anywhere.  Not this  time, anyway.  But I’ve got rants all ready to go about Mittens Rommerhoid, Newt, Santorum, Malicious Malkin and her cunt-lapping sycophants over at Little Green Snot Malkinballs II, plus  the Dullest Moaning Snooze – and I don’t get home ’til damned near 10:00 at night nowadays, fall into my Comfy Chair™ and promptly drop off the face of the Blogosphere™.
This is no way to run a blog.  Grrrrrrr.