I have always wanted a blog.
I never wrote one because I felt like my voice would be drown out among all the misinformation, ranting and crusading.
I wasn’t bothered by the trolls. There have always been trolls. I decided that serious journalism was a lost cause in a sea of fake news.
My life has been going down hill since 2000. I’m not talking about a gentle roll into a comfortable rut like most people my age. I was booted off a mountain with jagged cliffs hitting every sharp rock until I splashed into an ocean of shit that is modern life with no shore in sight.
I hate what the world has become, and I can no longer deal with the buckets of crazy, toxic anger and radioactive levels of assholery that I encounter on a daily basis.
Many people retire and move to Florida when they are ready to pack it in.
I retired and moved to
I write this from my toilet paper raft upon the raging ocean of shit; to steel the last shard of my battered soul, and fight to preserve my last fraying thread of sanity. I am vigilantly keeping a swollen black eye on the horizon praying that there is nothing worse on the next place I land.
If you like it, thank you from the bottom of the abyss where my heart used to be. If you don’t; 👹Burn in hell👹This ain’t about you.