Wingnut: "CHOKERS-RAIDERS ON CHRISTMAS EVE... MEH, BETTER THAN NO GAME AT ALL!!!"
In years past, I'd style out my elderly mom and watch a Christmas program with her, but obviously that's not happening tonight, barring some supernatural occurrence. I'm glad there's a game on to take my mind off the past, and Little Wing is indeed here with me in the living room. We have all the X-mas lights on, so it's pretty cheerful... I might hafta give Wing, Sage & Dixie an extra can of cat food tonight, as an early Christmas present. Tomorrow, I'm going to my brother's house for dinner, which will actually be around 1400 hours. Should be low-key but nice, and my nephew will be there, so I'm looking forward to the visit. I don't get to see my nephew very often anymore, and I want to tell him he'll always be welcome, no matter where I relocate.
All week, I've been looking at real estate listings for various states on my short list for relocation, but today was trash day, so I finally got back on the task of clearing the house. Filled the bins again, but I also found some interesting documents, including a frame-worthy resolution signed by then-Texas-Governor Rick Perry in honor of my uncle, who served as a state judge in "The Lone Star" for about 30 years. After my ordeal here at the hands of the Epic Darwin Failure D.A. and her corrupt pocket judges, I'm not big on the judicial scene, but I like to think of my uncle as a man of honor and integrity, and I believe he was, unlike these crooked robed sodomites in CA. My uncle died years ago, rest his soul... brother to my beloved mom, now they're together again, I reckon.
I still have a number of relatives in Texas, and I thought of relocating along the coast, but I also have relatives in Missouri, and I'll probably wind up in the Ozarks. I still like "The Lone Star"---had a lot of good times there, especially out in the mountains of West Texas, which are a paradise for hikers and technical rock climbers. Besides, Texas remains the ONLY state to ever declare itself an independent republic, and I respect that... as other states squabbled, "The Lone Star" said, "F#% ALL Y'ALL, WE'LL STRIKE OUT ON OUR OWN!!!" In light of today's corrupt & disgusting federal gubmint, more states should follow the historic example set by "The Lone Star"---I know the idea of secession has been on the minds of many in recent years, and it might be the only solution to this corrupt corporate oligarchy.
Anyway, I'm back to the game with Wingnut & Dixie, who just joined me by climbing onto the armrest of the sofa. Good Ol' Dixie, she's a real sweetheart: of all three cats, she has the sweetest disposition. Sage is downright ornery at times, and Little Wing is much like me, beyond redemption and leaning toward life as a renegade malcontent with a serious attitude problem, LOL. Damn. That's why Little Wing will join me as I make my escape from the Socialist Republik of KaliMexiFornia... if I don't rescue him, he'll wind up being falsely charged and jailed by the scrub Darwin Failure D.A. here in Dago, 10-4??? After a long and costly jury trial, in which various badge-sportin' greaseballs and conjured witnesses commit perjury with impunity, Little Wing will end up wearing an orange jumpsuit and swinging a pick while singing the Clash tune:
"BREAKING ROCKS IN THE HOT SUN... I FOUGHT THE LAW AND THE LAW WON... I FOUGHT THE LAW AND THE LAW WON."
Meh, I'll spare him all that grief by taking him with me when I go. No need for Little Wing to lose style points by wearing an orange jumpsuit. I don't think he'd have any problem swinging a pick, since he's a tough little bastard, but the orange jumpsuit wouldn't cut it with the wimmin folks... er, I mean female cats. Ya never know, there might be some felines drawn to that orange jumpsuit and bad boy image, LOL. Wouldn't surprise me, seeing how many women in modern society are drawn to tatted-up heroin addict rock stars... pfffffft. What do those clowns have that I don't??? Oh, yeah, that's right, they have MONEY, LOL. Damn. Well, now I'm wandering and it's halftime, so I need to ditch this empty beer bottle and grab a fresh one, visit the latrine, and watch the second half of this game, which isn't bad after all.
"The Three Amigos" and I really logged on to tell all youse crusty mini demons o' dirt and monkeybiking heroes:
"MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! WAHOO!!!"