So Sean Connery is a bully and HST is dead

I am ill…very, very ill.

The good news is that my many illnesses are slowly decreasing. The decrease, I attribute to my medicine man, witch doctor, and assorted concoctions of hippie medicine—echinecea and vitamin C. The problems associated with being sick are axiomatic even to the blind. For me, being sick is an altogether another affair. As much as I hate not being well, I relish the opportunity to complain. A while ago I mentioned that I could play the part of the aged misanthrope quite well; being sick compounds that talent.

Imagine if you will, me, in all my cheery glory, afflicted and persecuted with common ailments. It is a sad vision, I agree but you must look at it in order to understand the depth of the problem. The first step in our analysis of my infirmities must start with a diagnosis. But how can I be diagnosed for I am no ordinary man? The answer is simple—embellish everything. The second step is much more profound because you have now realized that what I have is not all that different than millions of other people: the flu happens, colds come and go, and obesity is seemingly everywhere. So that’s the problem—the common and the banal cannot be of or part of the R.

On a very light note, consider this: “The Bible tells us the God of this world is the devil. The influence of Satan is the reason 90 percent of the press and Hollywood elite are liberals who vote exclusively for the Democratic Party. The one-minded eagerness of the left to influence the electoral process should act as a warning sign to the conservative base of this nation. You can be a perfectionist and find a hundred things wrong with the Republicans. It is serious error to try compare a floundering friend to a deadly enemy.” Apparently this is another reason to vote republican.