“The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit.” (Proverbs 18:21)
Eat it, bitches.
That has always been one of those Proverbs that I am sure is directed at me.
Because while some will end up eating its fruit, I seem to binge a lot on it.
There has always been a certain amount of heretical flow to the blog that I have enjoyed.
Since I am the generator, editor, publisher and the only critic that is consulted, what I say goes.
I like that.
Despite my rotten bully demeanor, I do employ a certain level of fairness and morality to the process.
Basically, I am a good person, better than most and good to the poor.
My kids love me as do my parents and everyone tolerates my shit, which I am appreciative of.
And I just upped my game.
On my road to moral superiority, I have made the decision to become a vegetarian.
Murder is murder, people, no getting around that.
I will not eat seafood or shellfish, they are living beings and deserve respect.
Chicken is delicious and I tend to eat a LOT.
Cannot turn down beef, no matter how hard I try.
And I LOVE pork!
In fact, I do not really care for most vegetables.
This may seem like odd statements coming from a dedicated vegetarian.
However, I have always thought that maybe chickens, cows and pigs were criminals in their past lives and this is some sort of karmic justice.
Who am I to fight the system?
Since I started being a better person, I find myself noticing the sad failings of those around me.
Like at the Toyota dealership.
I asked to test drive a Prius and they told me that being Hetero, I am not allowed.
So unfair, I am the victim in this.
But I am not bitter. (HA!)
Ok, that one was stupid, but a little funny.
You take what you can get around the holidays.
Speaking of the holidays, I was just talking to one of those delusional people that grew up in Southern California, raised in the sunshine, but now lives in one of those GODAWFUL frozen places that gets too friggin cold breathe and they spend all of their time trying to convince others that still live in paradise that the frozen place doesn’t suck.
Yes it does, it sucks a lot.
Moving on, I realize that I am running out of people to piss off.
And yet, no matter how many I piss off, you will all forgive me, no matter how mad you are.
Tis the season, and all that.
Without warning, your overly twisted panties will suddenly untwist, the planets will align and a sincere love of all things bitter will wash over you like sunshine on a cold day.
You will begin to see life thru bitter colored glasses and wonder what your whiny problem was in the first place.
Perhaps you will find yourself running down the street waving at passersby.
“Merry Christmas, Bedford Falls!”
And almost unnoticed, a bell rings softly.
And a bitter blogger will get his wings.
Merry Christmas, one and all.