About the sword nutbar.
Almost two years ago, after the Charleston nutbar, I asked myself a serious question and came to an answer. It’s a question I’m thinking of again now that this latest nutbar seems to have had very similar motives.
Here’s the question:
What would I do if the black undertow got on my last nerve?
As much as I don’t want to think that they can, or that I would let it go that far, I also know that I share a common trait with the other some 7,493,000,000 people in this world: Human.
I’ve narrowed it down in my mind to one destructive and one non-destructive option. The destructive option is the 25 cent retirement plan, the non-destructive option is a certain never to be revealed in this space spot in rural southern Illinois where I’d be getting up very early every morning to feed the chickens.
I’d most likely go for the non-destructive option.
Either way, you’d all probably never hear from me in this space ever again.
If you ever reach a point where there are no new posts in this space for a very long time, then you’ll know what happened.
All of you should be thinking about your Plan Z.