In a grudging acknowledgement that this worldwide interweb-thingy may actually have some legs, I’ve decided to join my fellow lemmings and start my own blog. I’m not really sure what I’m going to write about, how often I’ll update it, whether it will contain coherent thoughts or just streams of semi-consciousness, or even what, if anything, I’m going to call this thing (the crickets thing is probably temporary, although it captures quite well the reaction I expect). It will probably be chock full of the strained metaphors that I am so fond of using - hell, I may even work in some wisdom from such great minds as Nietzsche, Buffett or Berra (just kidding, the only thing I know about Nietzsche is he was a hell of a middle linebacker for the Packers when I was a kid).
When you think about it, these blogs are much like the diaries that were so popular among young girls when I was a child - except that that more people probably read those diaries, those little locks notwithstanding. As is often the case, technology has improved things - those little locks could never provide the confidentiality that results from collective disinterest.
Some entries will likely be the digital equivalent of a grouchy, slightly demented old man sitting on his porch yelling at the neighborhood kids to get off his lawn, but without the coolness of Walt Kowalski - lamenting the state of the world, and of “kids these days” - until I grudgingly remember that my Baby-Boom generation, just through its sheer mass, probably included more losers and parasites than any other generation has or, for the foreseeable future, ever will.
I imagine sports will be a topic, since it’s always been a passion of mine. Other posts will likely touch on such interesting (to me, at least) subjects as world events, politics, religion, politics as a religion, pop culture - wow, this is starting to sound too boring for even ME to read!
Anyway, back to the Baby Boomers - I can’t just besmirch an entire generation, especially one that I’m a member of, and just leave it at that. After all, in our defense, my generation has made many valuable contributions to mankind as well. For starters, there’s Al Gore, the Thomas Edison of our generation. I mean, the man invented the internet AND global warming! (can I get a rim shot?)
There, I’ve done it - I’ve gored my first ox, or in this case, my first Gore. But not to worry - I promise to piss off, or at least offend the sensibilities of, folks from all parts of the political spectrum. I mean, it’s just so easy to do - and if I’ve learned anything, it’s the value of the path of least resistance.
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Seriously though, I would be remiss if, on this Veteran’s Day, I failed to recognize the sacrifices that so many have made and continue to make to preserve our freedom. As the son of a WWII veteran and the father of a new USAF officer, this day holds special meaning for me. I can't put it any more eloquently than Chance did in his post today.
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