The problem with being a curmudgeon is that you still have things to say long after you know you really should shut up.
And so, as Curmudgeon General of The Benighted, Yoo-nited States -- one of many lifelong self-appointees, I see, based on a quick glance and a hasty listen snatched from around the media fountain -- here I am again.
My Curmudgeon General website is on hold. I am tired, listless. (Oh, a sizeable lottery win could still perk me up, but we'd have to be speaking about "Sharing-Size" quantities at this point.)
I mean, it's everything: It's getting cold here again. Durable Goods are failing after four years after replacement. There's been another school shooting. The car needs to keep its tires and wheels, and get everything else replaced. Politics, Stupidity, Futility, Ignorance, and Pride in being hard-of-thinking are all in full bloom.
You know: The usual.
So, rather than fuss with a new website that won't even web or site, I thought I'd vent some pesky thoughts here, and let the bees in my head play on your screen for a while, if you don't mind.