Bastards-in-Arms

I’ve considered the possibility that I’ve likely disappointed my regular followers with my dearth of timely bilious rants over the past few months.  And then it occurred to me that my regular followers (all 1 or 2 of them) are likely largely indifferent, whereupon I convinced myself that catharsis is a perfectly acceptable (and morally superior) substitute for celebrity.  That having been established, it’s not that I’m any less rage-filled than before, but unfortunately my compulsion for shaking my fist mercilessly at the sky and decrying the gods doesn’t translate to a proportionate compulsion for setting it down in writing.  At any rate, in the interest of making amends and offering catharsis to another weary soul, I welcome my compatriot and fellow cranky bastard DrunkenSquirrel to punch up RabidPossum’s Soapbox with his own brand of bile-soaked rage when he feels so inclined.

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