Now I know why the three of you that aren’t spamming my logs keep coming back.
It’s the rants.
Recently, I have had the chance to be on the receiving end of a great rant by my brother-in-law. As it turns out, he works construction and the kangaroo rat has caused him quite a bit of grief over the years. Turns out this furry little seed eater is protected and the hippies and tree huggers make it a point to make sure that they can continue to live where they do and fuck like bunnies.
They are still protected, eventhough, according to bro-in-law, there are ‘millions’ of them. He went off for at least 20 minutes on the little bastards and I couldn’t stop laughing. Sure, I know it wrong to laugh at the poor, defensless critter that slows up development and keeps man from encroaching on some obscure mosquito pond someplace, but it was funny. Remember though that the tard blog had me falling out of my chair, and the Terri Shaivo blog, while wrong, still produced a giggle.
So, more rants will ensue, I promise!