Being Busy Does Not Excuse Me From Giving A Shout Out

If for some fucking reason you have not been clicking that little mouse ya have on Jill's place, Y'all ain't quite paying attention.

Get ya a beer, a cheap cut of meat off the grill and go read what she has to say.

There is a reason the lady has over one million page views and I am so indebted to her for linking to my little rant hole so many times I can't count, it's a a serious piece from someone who is right in the middle of the slaughter of the Middle Class and actually see's what the fuck is happening, that I want every fucking person with a Blog to go read it and anyone who doesn't have a fucking Blog to tell every one they know by mouth about it.
Have a close up of the dying of Middle America and go ahead and vote for some stupid fucking Teabagger.

This is one tiny little snip of a very well put piece, very well put,

I've spent all of my adult years in the Age of Corporatism. I graduated high school into the first Arab oil embargo and graduated college with a degree in sociology into the second one. I started out in a retail management training program that was the catch-all for liberal arts majors at the time. But at least I was graduating into a society that hadn't yet been completely taken over by greed. That happened later, after Ronald Reagan took office, and while I myself have done well, our society hasn't. Oh sure, we have gewgaws and toys and electronics and two flat-screen TVs and 200 channels of nothing you'd want to watch on TV. People have pulled their kids out of school for Caribbean vacations paid for on home equity loans and people in Section 8 housing have smart phones. All of this is cited as examples by Republicans of how well off we are. But are we? And what about tomorrow?

Tomorrow is going to be the same as it was yesterday and I think she nails it pretty well.
Like I said, put this lady on your Go To list.

Doctor, Doctor, Please

I went and got the stitches yanked out of the back of my neck today.
No muss, no fuss.
The Old Hippy Doc told me that my body wasn't liking them and was trying to grow over them.
Figures.
Nice to know that even at my age I still heal fairly fast, lotsa practice, I guess.

Anyway, the cyst he dug out of my neck wasn't anything to get real excited about, a cyst had formed around a hair follicle, got to be about as big as a pea.
Another nice thing to know. Now to see the fucking bill, this oughtta be good.

So anyways, enjoy one of my favorite tunes from back in the day, Doctor, Doctor, by UFO.
I literally wore this double album out twice.



Because my blood pressure was way down today compared to the last time I went and seen the guy, here is another good one from the same album.



Thanks fer stopping by.

Skippy, I Love Ya Man.

In case ya aren't aware, Skippy the Bush Kangaroo is my adopted GodFather.
I don't think he even knows.

The first Big Name Blog to link to my sorry ass, Skippy has done more than anyone I can point to with an empty beer bottle for an example of righteousness when it comes to linking to little farts like me and about three hundred other small blogs to spread the word and steer some traffic our way.

Awesome seems like a small word, a very small word.

Blogroll Amnesty, that would be Skippy and another righteous dude, Jon Swift.

Selfless.
Giving.
Inclusive.
Been there, done that and get yer ass up here, I am eternally in their debt

Now then, as I was just perusing Mr. Skippy, I see he has a little Iron Maiden up, he is above all, a music guy.

Seeings how I can get into that a little bit,and I would very much like to invite my friend Mayberry into this, let's have some,



Oh, hold on to yer ass, there is more to come,



If yer still upright and have some testicular fortitude, Have some more.
Children of the Damned.



Oh, and let us not forget, Wrathchild,


Have a nice day.