Ron didn’t watch the SOTU. That hasn’t prevented him from having thoughts about it and Dimocrat dingbats.

Donno what it is, but I woke up in a bad mood again this mornin. Like I’m off my feed or somethin. Prob’ly ‘cause I’ve had a stiff neck for about 3 days now and it’s kinda gettin on my nerves.

Oh, well . . . maybe a lidocaine patch, and some virulent coffee, and a ham sammidge. Oughta clean off my desktop, too. Yeah, that might help.

Maintained my perfect record of never watchin politicians speechifyin. Dint watch The Donald try to trigger SanFranNan and irritate Schmucky’s bowels. Most CERTAINLY dint watch the Dem rebuttal to whatever he said, or didn’t say. Prolly somethin like this:

Did catch Mad Maxie’s pre-empt tirade . . . couldn’t help it. Didn’t get to the remote in time. Sheeesh, what a waste of protoplasm that witch is. Constantly putting fifty dollars’ worth of energy into fifty cents’ worth of problem where Trump is involved.

Gotta be tough to see anything clearly under that dark cloud of ethics always hangin over her. Quote the raven, “Nevermore!”

Wonder if she’s ever heard of the practice of fact checking . . . wonder if she’s ever heard of facts . . . wonder if she’s ever heard of reality. “He’s told 6,000 lies since he’s been in office. We documented it.”

Maxipad’s meltdown.

Maxine trying to contemplate the essence of Trump is like Rain Man trying to contemplate the mind of Sir Isaac Newton or Inspecteur Clouseau contemplating cause and effect.

Maybe I’m just gettin old. I mean, hell . . . I can remember when SNL was funny. Even when Garfield was funny. As a matterafact, I can recall a time when you could tell a joke without offending EVERY-goddam-body.

I’m sure DJT talked about a lotta things specifically designed to piss off libs and tout his accomplishments while dissing their churlish resistance. But I don’t really care, ‘cause he couldn’t change Dems’ minds with anything short of a scalpel.

Things. Walls, big pharma, perpetual war in Shitholistan . . . they come and they go, I reckon. Nothin I can do to stop ‘em, or about ‘em, or with ‘em. Just gripe and keep on keepin on.

In the 70s we were concerned about the coming of a new ice age; in the 80s it was acid rain; then in the 90s it was ozone depletion; for the first 10 years of the 21st century, it was global warming; now it’s climate change, which nobody can predict for sure one way or t’other. Fifty years’ worth of Chicken-Little alarmism to fund PhD candidates, out-of-work climatologists, computer geeks, and lab rats.

And the media — if they get info about a story that they can’t substantiate, they just make up somethin outta misquotes, outta bias, outta context. The only counter terrorism I see around here happens when Reggie gets a bucket of shrimp or crab or squid and stands at the sink preparing ‘em for cookin, which is designed specifically to terrorize ME.

And here’s the journalistic standard of proof for journalists today: “I got it from some very reliable gossip which corroborated a written statement found on a restroom wall in St. Louis.”

D.C. has become a hotbed of resisto-illogicism, and half the elected officials in Congress have morphed into freaks and act like geeks and join tweety cliques. We don’t have a barrier at our southern border, just some annoying speed bumps in a few places.

Y’know . . . maybe Trump is goin about gettin his wall built in the wrong way. If he came out in FAVOR of sanctuary cities and states and AGAINST any kind of physical barrier on the southern border, Pelosi would have the damned thing built before Labor Day.

Eh-h-h-h, so what. This planet is a tiny, tiny speck in a vast and hostile universe. Everything we’ve ever known, figured out, or produced will one day be consumed in fire as the sun runs out of fuel and goes red giant.

As to the meantime, I must force myself to remember that I am a male, a white male, a cisgender white male, a conSERvative cisgender white male who has actually read a few books, including the Bible, and knows what INRI and SPQR and ISIL actually stand for . . . which makes me an evil, racist, anti-semitic, Islamophobic Satanist.

If I really loved the earth and humanity, I prob’ly should go off to some arroyo or barranco in the Sonoran desert, cover myself with sand and brush, and ignominiously return to the soil whence we all came.

But, nah . . . gotta clean off my desktop and have that sammidge first. And maybe go get a Krispy Kreme chocoglaze for that dark French roast pod sittin in the Keurig funnel thingy.