Take that, Venezuela!

Now the world shall live a year of prosperity and peace, as the new Miss World is American!!!! And Southern, which is power icing on the awesome cake.

Not only does free market capitalism and the rule of law produce wealth, justice, and scientific super-doperness for all, it also produces hotness. Wow, the spell checker recognizes "hotness".

Some might call me petty for using the Miss World competition to support my economic theory of freedom and degrade fascism in South America. I have an answer to these calls: so what?

I confess that Miss Egypt is freaking beautiful. How didn't she win? Did she drop a baton in the talent section? Whatever. All that matters is the world is yet again ruled by an 18 year old southern American girl. Just as Thomas Jefferson dreamed...

My favorite pitty is self-pitty

It's been a long time. I've been busy. I've done more physical labor this summer than in my previous, entire life. Still, I have these ideas for stories, and I think about them all the time.

And speaking of discipline, I've been dealing with self-discipline, with what some may call "chemical dependence". Sometimes I get rude and mean, and I don't want to be that way, but I also don't want to be bored. Some people don't want a drunk asshole around. Some people may even object to putting the " before the period, but screw them. I have more important things to worry about.

Point is, I'm not making any promises, but I felt a great pleasure writing my stories, and I think two or three people took some pleasure in reading them. And each story I started is a planned story. I know how it ends, I just haven't written it down because I'm lazy and because writing, for me, hurts at first. Hurts in a place I can't rub. But I'd like to finish them.

So, overly mawkish as I am, I'm none-the-less still here.