Always did love this pic, for some strange reason - poetic justice, mayhap? {insert sinister chuckling}. Seriously though, I'd like to wish All & Sundry a very Happy Turkey Day - save for you lot across the pond who don't observe the holiday as us Yanks do. You're still included, however, 'cos one of the many things I'm Thankful for every year is the diverse lot of friends and acquaintances I've acquired via this InterWideWeb-thingamabob. Clear and fair enough? On a personal level, 2016 has seen this Humble Drummer happily frolicking under the cataract {$25 word for "waterfall"} of Grace Our Good Lord has seen fit to continually douse me with. Thanks to said continual dousing, I've become an "embedded sharecropper" on my brother's homestead; my j-o-b is likewise steady and prospering; and my rather shell-shocked psych has taken some real hefty strides in the healing department. Oh, there has been the usual crap-ton of FUBAR moments, but I'm once again fully able to shrug the worst of them off, whilst not missing one single step forward. Better still, my current circumstances are such that I might - emphasize "might" - have some fabulous news to break to y'all here some time in 2017. For now, let's just say that the preliminaries are essentially finished, and that the foundation has been poured - all it needs is a measure of time to cure properly, before I go Full Tilt Boogie. I'll go much more in-depth presently as time and circumstances allow. And in a truly radical 180 degree shift in my thinking, I absolutely refuse to rush the process in any way. It might have taken me nearly half a century to reach such a level of wisdom, but by golly I did get here in the end! Think "arthritic snail," or "three-legged tortoise," or "three-legged tortoise carrying an arthritic snail," kapish? And to round things off properly, the real reason why I chose to lead off this installment with the particular illustration-zinger above is a very simple one. It's how The Donald-Elect is going to feed the homeless next Thanksgiving, dig? {insert more evil chuckling}. Keep the Baby, Faith - Drummer out. More anon.
Always did love this pic, for some strange reason - poetic justice, mayhap? {insert sinister chuckling}. Seriously though, I'd like to wish All & Sundry a very Happy Turkey Day - save for you lot across the pond who don't observe the holiday as us Yanks do. You're still included, however, 'cos one of the many things I'm Thankful for every year is the diverse lot of friends and acquaintances I've acquired via this InterWideWeb-thingamabob. Clear and fair enough? On a personal level, 2016 has seen this Humble Drummer happily frolicking under the cataract {$25 word for "waterfall"} of Grace Our Good Lord has seen fit to continually douse me with. Thanks to said continual dousing, I've become an "embedded sharecropper" on my brother's homestead; my j-o-b is likewise steady and prospering; and my rather shell-shocked psych has taken some real hefty strides in the healing department. Oh, there has been the usual crap-ton of FUBAR moments, but I'm once again fully able to shrug the worst of them off, whilst not missing one single step forward. Better still, my current circumstances are such that I might - emphasize "might" - have some fabulous news to break to y'all here some time in 2017. For now, let's just say that the preliminaries are essentially finished, and that the foundation has been poured - all it needs is a measure of time to cure properly, before I go Full Tilt Boogie. I'll go much more in-depth presently as time and circumstances allow. And in a truly radical 180 degree shift in my thinking, I absolutely refuse to rush the process in any way. It might have taken me nearly half a century to reach such a level of wisdom, but by golly I did get here in the end! Think "arthritic snail," or "three-legged tortoise," or "three-legged tortoise carrying an arthritic snail," kapish? And to round things off properly, the real reason why I chose to lead off this installment with the particular illustration-zinger above is a very simple one. It's how The Donald-Elect is going to feed the homeless next Thanksgiving, dig? Keep the Baby, Faith - Drummer out. More anon.
The above is, of course, my annual {if a day belated} tribute to all those wonderful Veterans out there, as well as all the ones who have fallen previously. Frequently thanking the lot of them for their service is a humble gesture on my part, but still well worth the effort. However, this time around I feel the need to expand my thanks by making a few observations. For starters, I am desperately heartsick about all the hue-and-cry in the wake of our Presidential election. The Donald won his post legitimately; The Hildebeast shot herself in the kneecaps, 'cos her insatiable lust for power had blinded her long before she ever threw her hat in the ring. What's more, Da Hildebeast's Hindenburg impression has also pretty much destroyed the Democratic Party as a whole, at least in terms of unity between all the factions. It's much the same across the aisle - the Republican "cadre" are going to have to swallow several bitter pills, and take their lumps with whatever grace they can muster, if they want to be able to work amicably with their new Standard-bearer. In the meantime, we're all going to have to continue putting up with the ridiculous shenanigans the Left are solely responsible for; the whole BLM/ISIS/MoveOn/Soros/deviant-sex fulcrum. I mean, let's be honest here, Cats & Kitties. The Left has held the penthouse of American political power for the last eight years - why the hell should any type of logical thinker sit idly by, whilst these miserable "not my President" piss-ants run totally amok, just because the Hildebeast got the vicious bitch-slapping her own damn actions ultimately provoked? What gives them the right to take out their gall and bile on the very rank-and-file constituency that GAVE them the freedom to protest in the first place? The mind boggles - and those Flanders poppies might just as well be hawthorn bushes, if the events of the last few days are any indication. I for one can only hope that the Loyal Opposition will soon spit their thumbs out, and pull on some big-boy/girl pants. If not, well, I'd strongly suggest that they go most carefully, indeed - the Silent Majority is wide awake, and ravenously hungry for some breakfast. And as for Cher and all the other celebutards threatening to decamp, if it were solely up to me, I'd gladly buy all and sundry first-class deluxe tickets, provided they changed their ultimate destination from the Moon to the Sun........ More shortly.
Oh don't mind me boys and Girls - I'm just doing my last little bit for the Election Effort, however woefully fooked up it might be. Ergo, I'm re-posting my best work from the '08 election - it kept The Hildebeast out of the White House then, and I'm sure it'll do the same now. Let the chips fall where they may - GO DON, GO!!!
Oh shit; he must have just seen the latest drop from Wikileaks!! Y'all know the one - the batch that has all them pictures of The Hildebeast in the nude..... Seriously though, I've dug barfing jack-o-lanterns for as long as I can remember. Hell, I've even gone so far as to make the image a part of most of my online ventures. However, the poor and rather orally incontinent fellow featured here is kinda special to me, 'cos I created and photographed him meself yesterday evening. Took me all of fifteen minutes start-to-finish, it did. What's his name, you might ask? Why Charles, of course. As in {wait for it..........} "Whazzzup, Chuck!!" And for those of you fine ladies and gentlemen out there who might take against my warped'n'wicked sense of punning humour, please feel free to call him........(wait for it again)....... .................RALF................
