However, as we approach this historic election wherein we prepare to party like it's 1894, I will endeavor to check in daily with at least some pith or mirth ... or both ... to do my little part in move this big ol' wave.
And, of course, we'll continue right up to Halloween weekend with DC's Music Festival ...
After the election, I plan to go on a wild, celebratory drunken binge, so all bets are off. Just kidding, of course. But Rhod and Amy have invited me to his CT chalet for the "World Championships of Hot Tub Chicken Fighting." I do plan to partake, even though Rhod has promised to pair me with "some big ol' New England gal." And I hereby pledge to refrain from underwater hijinx unless and until the chicken feels more like a turkey.
Hey, are you wondering what type of October Surprise that Obama and the Socialistas might be cooking up? Well, you can cross a post-season first pitch off your list ...
Is it just me, or is there any one out there who is just pissed to see such a pansy in the WH ... a guy who looks like he didn't touch a baseball in his lifetime until he walked out on that field? Burns me up.
I don't want him defiling any American baseball fields.
However, I am thinking that every first "pitch" that the O throws is worth about 10 seats. So, I might reconsider for the cause.