I’ve ignored the horrible regime in Myanmar, and their inability to let other people help their nation’s cyclone victims.
I’ve ignored the (presumptive) victory of Obama over Hillary, and her last-last-last minute swipes at him.
I’ve ignored the failure of prop 98 to pass, and the victory of prop 99 in California.
I’ve ignored my obligation to the people of China to tell them how much I grieve with them over their recent earthquake and its terrible aftershocks.
I’ve ignored the tornadoes in my own home state.
I’ve ignored the local victory, however temporary, of gays over bigots.
I’ve ignored the senseless, horrific murder that happened just two blocks away from me a few days ago.
Actually, I haven’t been ignoring any of those things. I’ve been thinking about them constantly. Yet on this blog, I’ve been focusing less on the senseless deaths, slight victories, and political machinations around me, and more on the pop-cultural crap and inane shit that fits into a quickie little blog we can write on our lunch hours or before the night falls on our weary heads.
Now, enough of this nonsense. I’m going to write more about Anita Bryant’s tits.