Trying to think of a new bad thing to say about the world every day makes me think in
interesting new directions. I could whimper and whine about that last random person
on the freeway who irritated me by driving by some different rules that
I don’t follow. I could
go on and on about this or that facet of society, but all of that has been overplayed
anyway. So I strive to actually come up with something insightful. I try not to
fail you, my adoring reading public (how ever few of you there might be).
But sometimes I do, and doesn’t that just suck?