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It is I, the Angry Old Fat One, and it's been a long time since we last commented. A long time, and a great many events have passed.

First, Dixie Belle became a little dog mommy. She had 4 puppies that my wife, the Loony Tunes Duck Woman, decided to name after Friends show characters - Monica, Phoebe, Rachel, and Ross.

They were the tiniest things I ever saw. They began growing fairly quickly, though, and became a lot more trouble than we could take.

A little while after their eyes opened.

We decided we could find owners for 2 of the 4 puppies, and so Monica and Rachel got a new home. We kept Phoebe, the largest puppy, and Ross (who we jokingly call Boss sometimes), the runt of the litter. But the cutest little guy by far! Dog life is good life right now.

Second, my oldest son turned 30. The big three-oh.
He had for a few years requested that I make him a special birthday present - a painting. A seascape much like the one I did back about 33 years ago, that I had hanging in every house we ever lived in. He wasn't very specific about the scene involved, so I decided to model it after a photo of a pier that a hurricane knocked down a few years ago. Also, his brother got some wood from the destroyed pier and set that up as his offering for the birthday.

I finally felt confident enough in my health to do the painting. I found all my tools to do it, took a few days, and now Zack has a framed canvas with my contribution, and it seems he was extremely happy with it. Here it is:

Love you, son. May you see love and happiness for the rest of your days.

Dad.

Hey there, Fatty McMadDude here.

2020 is past us now. YAY!
It was an extremely bad year for everyone, mainly because of the virus that never went away. Or at least never did by the time "experts" predicted it would. They said we'd have to put up with it for a few months.

Well, it's 2021 and my family STILL has to wear masks and "socially distance". And now that Biden is President, those things won't be going away any time soon.

Biden will be sitting in the big chair in the Oval Office as of tomorrow, and all of the supposed ills of society caused by Trump won't be going away; as a matter of fact I predict they'll get worse, much worse.
Remember how Obama got rid of racism during his 8 years? Got that economy going into overdrive and made us all rich? Pretty much fixed all of the bad stuff George W. did in HIS 8 years? Well, look for the same sort of fixing to get done with Joe and Kamala. Except even worse.

I would lay out all of my predictions here and now, but there's proper places and times for things and this ain't it.

Good news though. Mary Anne's muse has been whispering to her occasionally and she's been writing a little. Hopefully the muse will start its screaming again and you may see some results from it.

In the meantime, love and anger, boys and girls.

Angry Old Fat Man

Angry Old Fat Man here.

Well, it's the last day of April 2020 and we have been "quarantined" since March. Nothing has really changed around our household. Crazy Duck Lady has worked from home since a couple of years ago, and I've been declared disabled and unable to work.

The Democrats have finally managed to do it. Trump, with his wonderful empowerment to our economy, had been a shoo-in for Prez this year. Now, because of COVID19 (better known as the "coronavirus"), his opponents have shut down practically all businesses and instituted a panic via their propaganda belt, the mainstream alphabet new media outlets. Since knuckling under the "scientists and doctors", Trump's next term is endangered.

The only thing that Trump can look forward to is the opposition nominee bench and its incompetence.

Barring any surprises, Joe Biden is the Dem candidate of choice. Joe not only has cognitive problems (essentially being a senile old fart), but he also has trouble literally keeping his hands off of women. There are innumerable photos of him groping underage little girls, and one very credible case of him digitally (as in, with fingers) raping one Tara Reade a while back. And it's funny how the same people who scream with rage at Justice Kavanaugh for his invented behavior in high school are now dead silent at Joe. That is, the ones who aren't outright calling his victim a liar.

So that's the news for us from months back. We've survived the virus and watched our youngest puppy Dixie growing at a phenomenal rate.

Angry Old Fat Man, signing off.

Hi kiddies, Angry Old Fat Man here.

Well, Mary Anne, being the little old lady that she is, felt that her yappy little companion, Pixie Bear, needed an even smaller playmate.
She got her wish in January of this year. A North Carolina woman was selling puppies and Mary Anne got one. It's a Bichon-Frise/Yorkie mix, and it's really cute.

Mary Anne named her Dixie Belle. Dixie was born around Thanksgiving 2019, so she's very young, and she was very shy with Pixie. But now, ho boy, they get along famously and she attacks and jumps on Pixie incessantly now. Here's some video of the both interacting (download and watch it):

And there you are. Another four-legged victim of the Empty Nest Syndrome.

Angry Old Fat Man here, with a stupendous announcement:
I got the Christmas tree up! YAY!

We had to get a much smaller tree, thanks to Little Yippy Dog.

We also decided to change up the ornaments. We had a lot of ornaments in various sizes and shapes with pics of our boys in them with Santa. The first several were clear snowflake ones. So we decided to change all of the ornaments to snowflake ones, thanks to Snapins.

We kept a few other ones that were hand-made, but one in particular was metal and glass, and we decided to put the newest member of the family in it:

Happy Holidays to you and your kin!

Of course, today we remember the largest terrorist attack on American soil, which occurred on September 11, 2001. That was exactly 18 years ago, and many children who were born on that day are no longer officially children. They are of voting age and meet the age of sexual consent in all states of our Union. In other words, they are adults.

However, because of sheer ignorance and in too many cases stupidity, they don't really know what happened that day. In 2012, I wrote a summary of the event and what it meant to many us who actually saw it and experienced it.

Let me sum it up as factually and as simply as possible for the benefit of our new adults.

On September 11, 2001, 19 foreign hijackers (the majority being Saudis) took control of 4 passenger jet airplanes. They proceeded to crash the airplanes into 3 buildings and an open field. The buildings were the 2 towers of the World Trade Center in New York City and the Pentagon in Washington DC.

The open field was in Shanksville, Pennsylvania. This was obviously not the hijackers' target. There is evidence that the target was either the U.S. Capitol building or the White House, and that the airplane was diverted in some way, either internally by the passengers or shot down by our warplanes.

After the impact of the 2 planes, both towers of the World Trade Center collapsed because of structural damage and fire. No magic, no rigged explosives, nothing of that nature.

The Pentagon collapsed on the wall where the passenger jet impacted it. The rest of the building was constructed to withstand all sorts of military attacks, so it didn't suffer damage like the civilian buildings in NYC. It did, however, suffer from a large passenger crashing into it at approximately 500 mph, which penetrated the reinforced concrete walls towards the inner portions.

Unlike some goofy French tabloid-level articles and books, there was plenty of evidence showing pieces of the passenger jet and even its identification numbers. Plenty of live witnesses, no missiles, no holograms, no rigged explosives.

Now, go check out my first summary written in 2012, and don't wallow in ignorance.