Commencing in 1993 when the Coot Unit departed his home state of California, Disgruntledness led to the commencement of a Paul Revere-like trek to spread a warning to the populace in his new domicile perched upon the blizzard-swept and tornado-ridden home of a culturally backward sparsely-populated upper Midwest state whose residents are so thoroughly brainwashed and indoctrinated by all levels of “authority” and authority’s masters, the elite class, that I believe if fascism ever breaks out within the USA that state and the several surrounding it will be the first and offer fertile ground for that style of government formatting.
For nine years and a few months and an unknown number of weeks, days, hours and more slices of how time is measured Coot remained active in various ways to convey what I believed to be a clear and present danger to the USA and the culture, society, people, etc. within.
I also began shouting into the proverbial night about my long-held belief that the USA is, was and will be in the future in the midst of class warfare.
After constant verbal and written scathing attacks by what I labeled the politically correct (PC) brainless tumor crowd that disagreed with Cooish Opinion ™ I started ridiculing the PC bunch for fun and frolics and general principles and to revel in their childish hissy fits.
Along the way for various subtle and not-so-subtle reasons I included the hard-core and emotionally- immature feminist-type females in my writings that led to approximately 134,883,902 females ardently desiring to harm me in some manner. From emasculation to prolonged torture to being tossed into a pile of pit bulls and various other methods of pain infliction the “sugar and spice and everything nice” crew assailed the Coot via the Web.
Sadly the longed-for invitation to appear as a paid guest at the Oprah or Dr. Phil show never arrived. I would have made an excellent target for those broadcast babblers and their so often vacuous-headed audiences but, alas, that path to possible fame and the following fortune eluded the Coot.
That and tiring of attempts to protect the male in an ever-increasingly anti-male society has lead the Cootster to a decision to just ignore that part of societal problems.
Let it be proclaimed, however, that I, the Disgruntled One, still endorses and indulges in a deep-seated lust for potatoes of all types. Good eating, Herd.
A Coot Consideration ™ to stop writing about class warfare within the USA was cast aside like the honor and morals of the typical vermin elected to a federal political office.
Lambasting politicians and bureaucrats and their cohorts, shills, lackeys, compadres, buddies, fellow freaks and all others who assist or condone the ongoing class war will continue to be targeted by my written words.
Perhaps if I had not recently read Warren Buffet’s proclamation during an interview I may have proclaimed fini to class war writing but… no!!!
You tell ‘em, Warren. Speak what I believe is the truth, the full truth and nuthin’ but the truth…
“There’s class warfare, all right,” Mr. (Warren) Buffett said, “but it’s my class, the rich class, that’s making war, and we’re winning.”
For those reasons and more, Herd, the humble, hubris-avoiding, lithe, nubile, gentle, meek, still rotund in an oblique-spheroid-manner implanter of the written word within this speck upon the Web will start a “new life.”
The Cootster has gone to the extreme step of removing many past postings and edited/altered a few to various extents so as to remove reminders of past thoughts.
Postings herein do act as “notes to one’s self” and assist in reminding myself of events and occurrences of the distant and recent past of affairs I will be attempting to ignore now and into the future.
Who knows what direction Coot written mumblings will take.
As mentioned, class war will remain a topic, but other past oft-mentioned topics have been tossed into some sort of space-time continuum that not even a condensed tachyon beam will be able to penetrate.