Laughter and Toast...
The Sure Cure for
Depressing Democratic Gibberish!

There are a million current liberal news atrocities to select from... But the whole picture is getting so unbelievably distressing that I am finding it difficult to do much constructive beyond reinforcing the Top Secret Deep Underground Bunker with yet more supplies and additional layers of concrete. I'm fatigued past all description with writing about it. Righties see our coming lefty emboldened demise bearing down upon us and are squealing warnings in unison. Lefties are hell bent upon delivering Jihad and all the positives of sheep-dom. Facts and history have been abandoned to ridicule as only paranoia.

What to do?

The same thing that always has been necessary when facing pure evil... laugh. Laughter preserves sanity and you can't plan and postulate if you let the heat make you go nuts.

Blogi has baked up the preferred recipe for your tasting... go there and drink of his sustenance!

Giant Storytelling...

Need a departure from the Liberal Takeover? I sure do!

In the midst of the conviction of Scooter Libby, Hildebeast's obnoxious feigned drawl during a southern campaign pandering effort, Bill Maher's declaration that death for Dick Cheney would be a good thing for America, abhorrent neglect of wounded soldier's at Walter Reed Medical, and the UK's foolish decision to offer a high profile target to the enemy for a potential further degradation of moral... do you sense the breaking point rapidly approaching?

I do. I am in the midst of my absolute busiest portion of my company's biz calendar. The pressure and daily status inquiries are overwhelming. This reason, and only this reason, is what has taken my time from my pleasant involvement in blogging... at least for the short term. This too, will come to pass. Still, we all must have outlets to relieve the tension and wind down occasionally.

Therefore, for those of you who find solace in the woods or a good old fashioned story, I will point you to my friend in the South, Rex of the "Deer Camp" blog, for a chapter in his story of "Thunderhoof", the giant buck of Christmas Place.

Rex is a sincere, fine and moral family man and avid sportsman. I periodically wander over to his blog for an oh-so-pleasant temporary escape from all the realities of today, what might be tomorrow and the effect that rampant liberalism might have on our lives. I find such enjoyment in each of his tales and sincerely hope you find his effect similar. I know his concerns for our direction today are equal to those of the readers and friends I have made here, yet he still manages to temporarily divorce himself adequately to write his many entertaining stories.

Go there... and feast.