The Sporadic Curmudgeon

Posts, as you can see, have been sparse lately. Among other things, I’ve been packing up a three-bedroom house to move cross-country, and what with me being a pathetic wretch I don’t have enough energy left at the end of the day to write snappy prose. Sad but true.

My family and I will be escaping the charming city of Las Vegas* early Monday morning, and will have no computer access for most of the trip. We should be arriving in North Carolina the first part of the following week, so you can expect an uplifting and inexcusably exaggerated account of our misadventures shortly thereafter.

Everyone have a happy Thanksgiving. Personally, I’m thankful that this foul-smelling abomination of a year is circling the bowl. I’ve got a bathroom plunger ready to help it along, just in case.

* I have a new slogan for the Las Vegas Chamber of Commerce: “What happens in Las Vegas, stays in Las — hey, did that cop just shoot at me?”

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Well, this is it. I’m not going to tell you how to vote.

But when you step into that booth today I want you to remember how you felt watching the news from Katrina.

I want you to remember how you felt when you first saw the pictures from Abu Ghraib.

I want you to remember how you feel every single night when you hear that a few more of our sons and daughters have been slaughtered in Iraq.

Then vote.