I am a fairly normal guy. I've been in the Marines for a long time now, which colors my opinions on some things--even though I would like to think otherwise. I mean, I’m considered pretty progressive in Marine Corps circles, but taken on the whole, I imagine I’m pretty straight-laced. It's almost time to do something else, whatever that might be. I don’t know what this lifestyle has prepared me for, apart from pointing out the shortcomings in others and doing pull-ups.
My first opinion listed here—and the one that links all to follow is this: A sense of humor is the most important thing. It is a sign of true intelligence. In other words, if you don't think my jokes are funny, it is because you are stupid.
My children are older, two in college and the youngest in high school (I had a "shotgun start" at an early age). I’d like to have been a better father than I turned out to be. Sorry kids. I am also at the late stages of a divorce from my wife of more than 22 years. I’d like to have been a better husband than I turned out to be also. Sorry Becky.
The title of this blog comes from an old running joke of a good friend of mine, Greg Simpson. I blatantly stole the idea from him. I used it as a joke myself for a while, and now I am actually formally stealing it in print (sorry Greg). The good news is, not many will actually ever see it.
I am not even sure why I would desire to sit down at a keyboard and write down my insignificant musings like this, except that it is nice to have an outlet for the endless stream of ridiculous ideas that spew from my brain. The real question, dear reader, is why on earth would you read this drivel? I am neither famous nor rich. I have no qualifications, apart from being a smart motherfucker. But if you are here and still reading this far down the page, welcome to the party.
