Collectivism

I'm faced, yet again, with a blank canvas.

Let me tell you, esteemed reader, that my arms are covered in freckles from all the time I've been spending outside. I have a job! It's a real job where I'm expected to really work. And by work, I mean the kind of work that makes my back look like Mike Tysons. You may have seen it on FOX News' Red Eye's Facebook page.

So Mr. Robin Williams is dead now. I tell you, he was an inspiration to me because he was so hairy. I'm hairy too.

I can't trust Facebook: I started writing the following:

Islam = Socialism. Socialism = Collectivism....

Boom. The whole God Damned computer started seizing-up. I even took a screenshot.


Collectivism = FIGHTING OVER THE LAST ROLL OF TOILET PAPER.

Or something like that.


Anyway, I fixed-up an electric guitar I bought for a reefer. It sounds excellent, and the maple neck is as smooth as maple. I had to do some frigging with the electronics of it, but it's noiseless, and the volume knob works. Aboodabeedabing!

My whole technologogolopoly is hijacked by the powers that be.

Invalidator: Over and OUT!!! :)